11 is a scary number

A year ago..

no eleven months ago,

you demolished my love of everything beautiful,

and i started to see my mirror as an image of the person,

that you broke without hesitation.

It’s terrifying to think that,

Ten months and 30 days ago

You were my number one,

...

and then,

eleven months ago,

i became your number one

vitctm.

and.

you became the type of person

I'm afraid to say,

I no longer know.

You brought me poetry in platonicity,

Held me like you could n e v e r hurt me,

Held my throat like you couldn't do anything

other than

hurt

me.

And suddenly my only sunlight had deserted me,

and whats the sahara without heat.

just a heap of sand

a meaningless

pile of

dust.