You loved the worst of me
And I took the best of you.
Like a selfish bandit
I stole your light and hid
It under my anger and
Sadness.
I doused your smile
With fear and worry.

But you kept giving.

And I kept taking.

I took and took
Until I found myself
Full.

Full of **** and loathing.

Every morning you gave me warmth
And every night I gave you
Darkness.

But you kept giving.

And I kept taking.

I wrapped hatred in a blanket
Of love.
Softened the barbs with kisses
And sweet nothings.
I gave nothing.

I kept giving.

And you kept taking.

A heart-shaped hole
Echoes in the chamber of my chest.
A hollow shadow claws at the emptiness
Of my being, fighting the torment of a memory.
A memory of love and happiness.
A full-throated, ******* and incendiary
Comet, brash and proud in the face of cold, indifferent
Space, lights the nothing with a
Fire of everything.
The everything that grew in the
Jungle of time.
The brambles and the streams.
They grew from the heart of nothing to
Envelope the beast.
The covered the beast that lay inside:
Loneliness.
The bitter fruit once tasted
Forever lingers.
Taints all future
Endeavors.
Loneliness, that delicate
Thorn, pierces the soul with
An infinite lance until Everything
Is spilled out.
Purged. Forgotten.
Forsaken.
Until all that is left,
Is
A heart-shaped hole.

The veiny trees rust
In their cold, autumnal beds,
And everywhere their
Little children chase
Each other on the breath
Of winter.
Frost bites the grass and leaves
A tender blanket of cold indifference.
Here, now, there is no time for time.
Here, now, there is only what is
Right
And what is
Wrong.
There is a mournful goodbye
And a sweet hello.
A letting go and an
Acceptance.
An acceptance that love fades,
But happiness and memories
Endure.