Chaotic Dismay Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Chaotic Dismay sweeps the floor,
taking the strength that i once had out of my knees,
faced with confusion,
started to count the days,
volcanic gases escape from your essence,
artificial night emerges,
bringing out the creatures that feed on souls,
eat the life, the love, the emotions out of me,
alone, cold, and scared i assume the fetal position,
the worst have got the best of you,
you can bask in the fact that you removed my heart and then put it back,
i love you a million times, round and round we go,
rinse and repeat, over and over again,
you shed your skin, along with my emotions,
all along, i should have seen it coming,
pictures, blue dresses, and clouds to dance in the sky,
your words come out and shatter into pieces,
before they hit my ears,
i stand in the wake of your Chaotic Dismay,
and i begin to drowned.