Castles II / Vous Détruire

Castles II / Vous Détruire

A Poem by astoria
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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.

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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

astoria
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 :)
Translations:
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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Manila, NCR, Philippines



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