Marble Soul Poem, by olivergreenwood20, at My poetic side

I watch as the faces of people I love drift away

I am replaced

Forgotten about

Ignored

I’m in the way

A burden

A memory

Yet as they slip through my fingers

That ping of fear is lacking

And instead of being concerned

I find it humorous.

I used to care

I used to be there

I used to never stop trying

But each betrayal was a chisel breaking away at my white marble soul

As each piece of rock fell I believed I would turn into something beautiful

I believed I would turn into something better

and as the marble fell away I did nothing

Until I felt nothing

The hammers stopped because there was nothing left

And as i sit here with the shards of stone at my feet

I realize what had happened

I cared so much that I started to expect it

I started to get used to it

I had cared so much I didn’t even realize how ugly I had become

All because i said and did nothing

I let them hack away at my marble soul

And now

There is no marble left for the person who would turn me into something beautiful

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