Our Lost Love

• Diyathi Abeysekera, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Your mystical eyes, once beautiful, shine sadly.
I once fell to my knees for anything,
Anything to numb my pain.
I would remember tripping on every problem,
Weeping on every crack of my life,
Until I watched you crumble too.
Crumble into the never ending pit,
I was reaching out from.
I thought I wanted to pull you back up,
Save you from my vein,
But I hesitated
Then laughed,
And cackled at the way you fell deeper than me,
Because I made you a monster,
A servant to me.