love/bygones.

[hearty sand]

Let bygones be bygones,
But have you let go?
I never could,
Not with you haunting my very presence.

I wish you minded your parting words,
For they were sharp,
So sharp as to cut the strings,
The very strings that hold me apart.

Did you even like me in the first place?
Then you’d know how pitiful I was,
Yet all you did was add more pity,
How long would this go on for?

How could you even?
Knowing my lack of love,
Only dug the grave even deeper,
How much more do you want me to fall?

I buried myself, at the start,
Too deep, too much,
Now I choke on the mud,
It should’ve been later, or even better before,
But as soon as I run out words to describe your beauty,
You fill it back up?

Now you left with my love,
Only thing I had to my name,
But now you want to play the blame game?
You win no doubt, I blame myself,
I wish blame was a sharper knife,
To end my misery.

In the end it couldn’t be sharper,
Than your parting words,
Wish it had impaled me further,
It did, enough to bleed,
Not to bleed out.

[hearty sand]

@civic wadi

This one

[civic wadi]

Stanza 2 strikes out as very vivid. ( what comes next is are small stanzas I wrote as my breakdown )

Love on a string,
To be cut out by the same hands -
That once hold you loving.
Now they see you as game's end.

The rest of the poem is great,
As I expected from you.
When you detailed yourself as impaled?
Those words were painfully true.

Overall?
This is a great poem by itself.
Now, since you tagged me in another call.
I shall check out that book on the shelf.

[hearty sand]

Thanks

I like critique like this honestly