Praying on a Broken Heart

I’m kneeling once again on its shattered pieces

My heart is worshipping the pain once again

Like a sacred altar I cry before its maker to let it all

The maker, who is she?

For who could build a
palace of ivory and silver for her, but me!

She does not feel the pain, but I do

Were all the happy moments, a plot setup by her?

Surely! For the world to see how great the monument of ours

Or rather, was?

I decided to consume the hallowed place with fire

But what was I thinking! How could fire destroy fire itself?

The love which once was, a curse to be forever burned on my
poor skin

Now, I am still sitted on the ashes of what I could call
home, lifetimes ago.

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