Alongside me for an age but living elsewhere
Floating in your own bubble
Of the perfection you thought you created whilst wreaking
Havoc mixed with desolation
And you call me to tell me you’re so perfectly irresistible
Forgotten are the tears I cried
Waved aside your hurtful words and shameful lies
Things you thought me to stupid
To ever comprehend are stored in my memory banks
Packed in darkened boxes in recesses
Shoved away messily for fear of their escape pulling me down
I refuse to sink on this ship of fools
You hoped to create from a patchwork quilt of sewn together lies
Half truths and hurt
Never a strong swimmer until the moment I was in danger
Of being consumed by a fabricated world of parallel lives
Cutting the water with arms like blades
I fling myself upon a rock
The solid thing to be my salvation in this sea of doom
That I only noticed when I needed it.
Ailsa
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