You showed me your world, a garden of rose.
Its doors would open each time I kissed you.
Those doors slammed closed, my heart was left exposed.
I’m alone here now. Still, I don’t miss you.
You made me feel, for the first time, safe.
Safety meant strength. Strength let me continue.
You left with my faith, I tried to save face.
My sense of self wanes. Still, I don’t miss you.
You taught me poems, you haunt every line.
Art beautifully cursed from being with you.
You invade my mind, it used to be mine.
Your hate, sickly-sweet. Still, I don’t miss you.
You forgot us, left memories twisted.
The person I miss never existed.