She was I

She was the stars and I was the sands of mars. With grace she partake, a beautiful image of a devastated girl, she left through the quiet puddle; the one that you cross everyday and wonder why, oh why doesn't it disappear? She was everything to me. Why do thoughts rain down and victimize my brain, allowing me to go insane. Why did you leave me? To my life you saved the key. I'll ramble on and on when I see your face, how someone could be an angel on earth, how impossible it was that you were part of the human race. Why did I let a mental disorder get to a point of no return, never did I try to get help, my soul adjourned. You will never realize that in the end you caused my demise. You broke me, you let me subdue to the demons in my head because even something so sinister still cared more than you do. Leaving you was the best and worst thing I could ever do. I used to write you sonnets, I made you king in my palace, that now is based off your lies, a hallway of fame, now full of hatred, violence, and madness. I write at night about how we'd stay up, two in the morning, but now you never call, in the end I was right. Just as clouds fade away from a summers day, everything turned out okay. You are to blame for your hateful words to forever remain at the gates, in front of a home for the mentally insane. I will put this off all on you. To the girl you destroyed, you will never see her, for after my fight I turned away from the mirror.