Your wounds don't bleed.

With each ink stained word you are torn anew
Flesh, sinew, bone, all shredded under the assault
Of a thousand poisoned words
Made of 26 innocent letters

Your mouth doesn't scream.

Those lips are sewn shut by your inhibitions
Fear of standing out overrides that pain you've shut away
Maybe if you just relaxed your jaw
All that ache would fly from your bones

Your wounds don't bleed.

Instead it's your pen, bleeding black
As it scrawls across the paper, those poisoned words
You wield each of those letters as a sword
Carving into my skin

Your mouth does not scream.

Instead it's your eyes, cold and oh so sharp
Shooting looks my way, defiant, stabbing
As if you were the victim
And I the villain

My wounds bleed.
My mouth screams.
I am not as strong as you, my once upon a time
Please, if you ever loved me

Be gentle when you break my heart.

I was not made for bright dancing lights,
I was not made for rushing,
Falling heart over head in love
In a matter of days.

You were made for holding my hand,
Tugging me behind,
As you ran and jumped, sang and laughed,
Leaving me in your dust.

I thought, for a sunlit moment,
That your smile, your warm eyes,
Were made just for me.
I know better now.

You are made of sunlit moments,
Optimistic smiles,
And laughter that fills the room.

I am made of silent speeches,
Comforting embraces,
And soft laughter, saved for intimate moments.

I'm afraid, in the end,
You fell far too fast for my fractured heart,
And I hoped far too soon for your soft skin.

I'm sorry, for that.

You have stuck in my mind
And I fear it's far too late.
For no matter whose eyes I claim to love,
It's yours I see.

I see you in the green grass,
In the sunshine,
Trees you'd climb,
These fingers you'd hold.

And it's been so long, my love,
Since you abandoned me in the dark,
But you're still imprinted upon my eyelids,
And i'd still pay any amount to hear your laugh.

I love you.
Though you've caused me so much pain,
And you elude me so completely,
I love you.

There was once a sun in this chest of mine,
And oh how it warmed.

It was bright and shining,
And though it scalded me sometimes,
I loved it just the same,
For that's the nature of suns.

There was once a sun in this chest of mine,
But then it died.

It exploded within my chest,
A supernova,
Tearing me apart, devouring all it saw
Consuming breath and flesh alike.

There was once a sun in this chest of mine,
But now it's long gone.

All I have left is a hollow space,
A deep black hole in my heart,
And I try to ignore it,
As it takes all I am, leaving me hollow.

Your love was a sun,
And you gave it to me.

It burned in my chest,
Warming me from the inside out.
Sometimes it burned me,
But that is the nature of suns.

I treasured that star,
Kept it close to me.
Even as it scalded my heart,
I clutched it ever tighter.

But that day you left, it died.
And in my chest there was a supernova
Exploding, destroying, devouring,
And oh how it hurt.

I prayed for a way out,
To let the exploding star in my chest
Tear me apart.
No such salvation came.

And then it began to implode,
******* with it all I was,
All we were.
Hollowing out that space.

Now I walk,
With a black hole in my heart,
Trying to ignore how hollow it's made me,
How much of me that darkness consumed.

Your love was a sun,
And you gave it to me.

It's been a week, my love
A week of pain, of strife,
Of realizing what I gave up
Of realizing what I'll be better without.

It's been a week, only a week,
One week to start many weeks,
And I wonder if each will be easier
Than the last.

A week ago I was broken
Laid upon the ground,
Impaled, bleeding before your gaze,
As you turned from the sight.

A week later I call myself okay,
Able to stand, walk,
But that fight still eludes me,
And I know these wounds slowly scar.

Perhaps next week,
I will be able to stand tall,
Able to run,
Able to fight once more.

Fire
Tears across the horizon.
Orange, red, gold,
Burning the eyes,
Unstoppable.

Dark, black clouds,
Like a curtain,
Stretch across the newborn sky.
Blotting out all
But a stripe of Hell.

Wind
Scalds the skin
As the streak of flame
Grows ever larger,
Ever brighter.

Perhaps
When the sun shows itself,
Dissolving the illusion,
The fear of unstoppable flame
Will cure you.