you can say whatever you want
but know that i still have to grit
my teeth to avoid slapping you
into next week so you know the
pain i feel now, without you right here.

there's a gaping hole in me now
where you tore out the piece of
you that was stitched so carefully
inside my heart, you've thrown me
in at the deep end and i'm fearful of what's to come

the wind whistles through me now
it tickles the inner chambers of my
heart and reminds me of the passion
that we had that is now completely
extinguished but the warm embers burn on softly

as if we could ever be anything now,
now that you've reclaimed what little
of you i had salvaged from the wreckage
of the empty carcass of our love. we were
never really in love;

*but oh god, we could have been