Castles II / Vous Détruire

Castles II / Vous Détruire

A Poem by astoria

Part two for my poem series Castles. This one's about how my depression started after getting out of that abusive relationship. Consider this my destructive path of moving on.

I was a queen that ruled over nothing
Ears still haunted by fire lapping on old letters from a long-dead artist
Nose still burning from the scent that lingered from a nonsensical script
I'm left alone, the castles i've built closing in on me.

I was a writer of unspoken sonnets
"Vous-même tuer", I would write on my skin, voicing out thousands of stories in two little words
"Vous-même tuer", I would draw on my flesh, imitating a long-dead artist with violent red strokes.
"Vous-même tuer", I would say, as I watch the violet dotted flowers bloom back.

I was a ghost of a memory of a long-dead artist
Convinced that love was a painting ripped apart at the edges, smeared with blue, black, and red.
Stitched together by badly written verses filled with pretentious hifalutins
I was a ghost born in the corners of unfinished sentences, hiding in between the cracks of a lavender facade.

© 2015 astoria

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Author's Note

Pardon my french! I only know a few words, so if you think that my french is wrong, please do not hesitate to correct me :)
Vous Détruire - Destroy You
Vous-même tuer - Kill yourself

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Added on October 22, 2015
Last Updated on October 22, 2015
Tags: love, romance, abusive, depression, suicidal, dark, french, poem, poetry, relationship



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