Letter to a Former Lover

Get up off the floor,
You broken creature
With the beautiful soul.
I cursed you moons ago
Amidst the agony
Of all my woes.

How many times
Have your knees hit the floor?
Head cradled in your hands
Lips contorted in wails
From a heart exhausted
On these hellish trails?

It was your demons
That sought me out
Pages to be read
By my ever greedy eyes
Content to bask in your fiery light
Even when it was shrouded with lies.

I am not a God
And barely a woman.
I have no authority
To hold claws in your soul
When you were never mine
And I could never make you whole.

Scream it into the moon
May your hands no longer
Tear at your flesh
As though it were a prison.
Darling, you are a wanderer,
A soul going through seasons.
 
I call back my voice
From shrieking in your head
Unless it propels you back from the deep
Splits mended by galaxies
Stars back in those eyes
Those knowing eyes that once wrecked me.

Be free, old love of mine.

My demons have had their fun
And Karma's had her run...
Just look at all the damage we've done.

Be free, my love, it's time.

Be free, my love, be free.