The Ruination

i was a doll—
pristine, perfect,
unsullied, untouched.
a work of beauty,
encaged by glass walls.

nothing could touch me—
not a speck of dust,
not a single fingerprint.

until you freed me.

i was alive—
breathing, bleeding,
vivacious, voracious.
i pined after you,
craving your highs.

you could touch me—
color my life,
make me fly.

and so you did.

i was a hole—
elastic, empty,
open, obliging.
you filled me,
over and over again.

my silence meant yes—
if i had said no,
would anything have changed?

i don't think so.

i am rubble—
shattered, soiled,
demolished, destroyed.
people turn away,
horrified at the sight.

you ruined me—
you ruined me,
you ruined me.