Chicago Princess Island's Destruction

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I once dated a girl from Chicago I swore she was my princess. She was really the death of me. But this is the story of how we ended.

Submitted: October 27, 2015

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How dare you scream at me


How dare I lose my voice screaming back


My love ran dry and all I can do now is cry sit alone in my room and scream at the lifeless walls


But at least they hear me


Unlike the ears of the heartless bitch that took my heart


Never have I thought that I would be like this


Yelling at you


But this is what the broken glass of a relationship we have is coming to


We used to look beautiful like a tropical resort


But it was only a matter of time until all of the Volcanoes around us melted us down

 
These monsters that killed what we had we had given names long before we ended


First was our favorite to visit


We used to sit at the top and talk about the view for hours


Mt. Distance we called it. 


The 800 miles between us and the fights it brought bubbled deep beneath the surface

 

I swore it was safe. 
But I always thought it would be the most deadly
Not even close

 

The next was a smaller mountain


A slippery climb with many paths we got lost on


But we always found the true way


We called this one Mt. Lies


With each time we would leave out details or mislead each other more lava would build


I swore it was safe. 
But I always thought it would be the most deadly.
Not even close.


This one was the least fun to climb


I was on a tough path up to the top


It had many falls and big rocks to climb


No where for me to take a break


You had a walking path


You could break for lunch to look at nature

 
I would climb night and day


You slept like a baby after your break for dinner


We called this Mt.  Breakups


I swore it was safe. 
But I always thought it would be the most deadly.
Not even close.

 

The last was one that I didn't know I was climbing


I thought I was just climbing Mt. Breakup
But you had taken a break that had a different motive


You saw a climber at the bottom of the mountain


You took him up your walking trail


While I was climbing the toughest parts of Mt. Breakup


You took him to a secret path to a place I've never seen


That night you took him to Mt. Lust


I heard the news after the break

 

You swore it was safe. 
But I now thought it would be the most deadly
I was right.


I fell down the mountain and ran up your path to show you the beauty we had left.


But as I turned around to show you every mountain erupted and burned every inch of what we had.


I turned to you swearing we could rebuild

 
We did it once we could do it again


But you were already sailing away


I sat and watched as you did feeling the burning reach my back


I visit the island sometimes now


I climb the mountains again without you on the other side to see how it felt


And realize that you caused all my pain


This is a final goodbye to the island

So long, Chicago Princess Island. 


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