Demons like to play pretend,
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
The lights go off again,
Will this madness ever end?

Swollen eyes
As she flies
Off
To a better land
Black skies
Cursed
With your lips
And his sweet lies
Maybe this is not a better land
Her skin
So torpid
Cries for another
To have and to hold
But not forever
Just for now

I am a sleepless poet
Who dreams of dead flowers and bane
Take my hand
For I can show you the truest pain

Flowers grow like people lie.
Rapidly.
So very often I must admit.

Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was like walking into a house and realizing you're home.

Love is like a cigarette
It starts with a spark
Warm, bright, and addicting
But eventually burns out
My heart always ends up as the ash tray

When you
Can't sleep
And the night
Feels like
Bitter wax
Slowly dripping
On your morning's tongue

This is what heartbreak looks like.

It is the soliloquies you wrote to him at midnight while crying

It is the formality a smile and the absence of warmth

It is the nausea and the ***** because this mornings breakfast just didn't have the heart to stay with you

He didn't either

This is what heartbreak sounds like.

Silence
Breaking
Static

This is what heartbreak feels like.

The burn of your concerned friends eyes into your back

The burn of the shame tinging your cheeks red

This is what heartbreak is.

You
Me
But not us

Never us