What Once Was My Everything
(is not anymore)
You once were the lattice that sheltered my vines,
The temple I prayed to at night
Now my absence speaks volumes to you in the dark
As you chisel your own burning heart
***
You once were the warrior, labrys in hand
Defending my honor with might
Now you’re lost in the labyrinth, I’ve cut the twine
As the steam from your breath catches light
***
After all this time,
What once was my everything
Is now just a moment
I can think of whenever I want
What once was your everything
Is now just a burden
You’ll carry with hope but for naught
What once was our everything
Is now just a memory
With a burning vignette creeping in
What once was my everything
Was never my everything
If it meant that the flames ended lit
***
And as time pulls gently on the threads that link our suffering
We fray together
Satisfied to numb the shared feelings
***
You once were the paint seeping into my soul
That made me feel colorful
Now the shadows all laugh in your white barren room
As you mourn what you feared you’d lose
***
You once were the knight of swords, bounding to me
In polished silver pageantry
Now your destrier’s dead, surrounded by flies
And you look for a new pair of eyes
***
But one man’s far too much is another man’s not enough
And one man’s all my life is another man’s that’s so lame
‘Cause one man’s ringing bell is another man’s silent hell
And one man’s empty tears is another man’s feel your pain
***
After all this time,
What once was my everything
Is now just a toolbox
I can use for the next memories
What once was your everything
Is now just a sore spot
That bruises but never will bleed
What once was our everything
Is now just a heartbreak
To cross off the teen bucket list
What once was my everything
Was never my everything
Just one more experience
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And as rain falls slowly on the cogs that turn our blazing thoughts
We rust together
Gratified to cut the failed knots
***
And as earth builds slowly on the weapons once ripe to be drawn
We dig together
Petrified to leave them on the lawn
***
And as skin shows slowly on the wounds we’ve racked up through this game
We heal together
Unified in independent ways
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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