I’m-prisoned

Its been a while since we’ve been here.

I thought if I gave you time, then maybe

you would have come back to me,

but instead you never came.

Now it feels as if I’m less than what I was.

There were never two halves that made us whole,  

rather

you beat away at me until I was groveling,

a slave to your words is what I was.

I don’t think there was ever any happiness

there.

No welcome mat matted to that ground.

It was a hollowed out space.

It was hell.