You've traced the scars that line up my arms.
You've kissed those streaming tears away.
You've made love to the rhythm of my soul.
Stolen my heart and held me in your warm embrace.
You've pricked yourself over my rough edges and blades.
You've adorned my hands with yours.
And now, You've weaved the letters of your name on the canvas of my soul.

Three months ago,
I saw your face in the rear view mirror
Of a beat pickup truck.
And now,

I can still feel the sting of your cold fingers
As they glide across my heart and grasp at it.

I can still taste the hatred spewing from your
Teeth and flowing into my head.
Telling me i am not enough.

I can still smell the burnt scraps of my soul,
Lying in a pile by your bed.

I still feel like I was paper,
Crumpled and unfixable.

Howling with sorrow,
I stood emotionless at the bedside
Unable to lend a comforting hand,
Unable to deny the accusations,
Unable to pretend it wasn't true.

I am leaving this place to seek another,
With a heart, heavy as a whale.
I know I'll find a new start,
and soon start to sail.
Missing you is one story,
because I choose to leave.
You'll know not of my broken heart,
which cries for you to save.
Is it fate that I had to meet you,
and leave you so soon?
I leave to God for all the answers,
and keep cursing the moon.

The raindrops
that slide on glass windows
remind me of your tears
pure and intense
uncontrolled and dense
as they strolled down your rosey cheeks
when you told me
you love me
under the sheets