Ironic,
That the sun should seem so bitter,
In all it's wonder and brightness

This pain is not new,
Not different,
Just stronger,
Sharper,
More threatening,
It's like glass,
Mapping out my insides,
Leaving wounds,
That will surely remain forever,
It's tearing me apart

Forfeit, rather fight,
You have taken,
The essence of my soul,
All of my worth,
And I never hesitated to give

I have lost so much,
Gambled away all of myself,
With each bet a higher bid,
Until now,
When I find nothing,
Not one shred of myself to offer,
I have given all,
Wasted all,
And you have left me,
Nothing

He was so many things,
Cut-throat and proud,
Transparent yet covered in shadows,
Like a diamond,
12 faces reflecting inwards,
Bouncing from wall to wall,
Catching light,
In the most breathtaking manor,

He was young and soulful,
With leather skin,
Dripping in sunlight,
Receeding slowly,
Into maturity,

He was old wine,
Suited to his age,
Sweeter with time,
But he faded,

He was so many things,
But mostly he was mine

The leaves were falling,
Like fiery snowflakes,
I could only see the sky,
That day,
It was everything,
And everything was bright

With the precision of a surgeon,
She traces her old veins,
Under the web of scars,
There's nothing left for her now,
The diamonds were only glass,
Waiting to make their mark