Her Shadow Poem by Saint Cynosure

It still hurts me after all these years,
her shadow mine still seeks.
I'm broken down to half of what,
the man I used to be.
Broken down and without cares,
anger in my reason.
Feeling to my deepest part,
my hearts committed treason.
Passionless for things of not,
of what I cared before.
Scars upon my skin in ink,
to last forever more.
Untrustful is the only word,
of truth that I can share.
And that don't even matter,
cause she's no longer there.
Lies are all our love became,
no truths of which to speak.
It still hurts me after all these years,
her shadow mine still seeks.