Saviour

Years have passed
since that wretched night.
My heart shattered like glass
leading to my grand demise.

Solitude swallows me whole.
Floating in a void,
disconnected from them all,
still hearing your voice.

How is it that
you could stab me,
so callously,
yet stop the bleeding?

My bed’s like a coffin,
I’m miserable but complicit.
But you come barging in
Airing out the gloom - a systemic glitch.

Painting landscapes of
big cities, wide oceans.
A great escape,
causing a commotion,
soothing my emotions,
ditching me out in the open.

Now I wander
through the nicest places,
making the saddest faces.
Left to ponder on you,
only you - just you.

I want to pack my bags,
change my name,
rent out a shack,
never be the same.
Scheming my pseudocide,
but then you brush by.

You tell me to be happy,
that things will get better.
But happiness is kept
in the hem of your flannel sweater.

Because I know that
there is nobody as
spectacular as you are,
or as marvellous as you’ve been.

I don’t know why
you push me to drown
with remorseless eyes,
only to teach me to swim out.

I was once the
luckiest person alive
to be known by
the you who resides
in my twisted heart and mind.

But you say to
face the devil,
don’t run away.
But if I can’t revel
in this world with you,
to run is the best I can do.