Paneless

I look through the shattered pane and recall your chatter, Surprisingly i invented the aftermath of your heartfelt matter, I relive the day you walked away so painlessly, I shattered into a fragment of me effortlessly, Your toneless wordings so evidently frauded, I believed in your thoughtless banters so frequent, However cliched and obviously redundant, Yet i held up through the dark days of your plunder, Inciting my fiercety with your voiced wounds athunder, i regret the day you entered my serenity, Pleading gracious words i took you in pity, Now i realise how unashamedly you flaunt, Deeply i despise your every past taunt. fiercety - fierceness (poetic licence) athunder - dark loud shouting (poetic licence)