You ran in and out of my life like so many seasons.
I was scorched by you long hot summers, and
trembled in the artic colds of your abandoned winters.
I tried to swim as my heart was plunged into the icy
currents of your disdain.
You ripped through my soul
with red searing pain.
I watched my palatial castles
crumble beneath the fury of your words,
My desperate screams for mercy gone unheard.
Now I lie wounded on the ground,
a broken tattered mess
dying from the pain,
my heart ripped from my chest.