Cold morning,
Cigarette smoke.
Dancing rain,
On the front porch

I inhale that cloud of,
Someone else’s dreams.

Cold heart,
Lights for the show.
Curtains fall,
Over the front row.

I play the part but,
Is it really me?

Pacing halls,
In this dead house.
Night falls,
But I’m awake now.

Dawn will break again
For you darling.
Light will crash the sky
For you darling.
Just close your eyes.
Until the morning
Dawn will break for you.

Full silence
Unbidden respect.
Smashed plates
Might be the suspect.

I clench my hands and
Ache for the noise.

My voice
It talks to you now.
Where did you hide,
All of your pained doubt?

The answers are so frosty
In this air.

A winning bell,
Who’s it toll for?
Did we forget
Who to run from?

Dawn will break again
For you darling.
Light will crash the sky
For you darling.
Just close your eyes.
Until the morning
Dawn will break for you….

Break-up is when you take his things
Wrap them in his jacket
And put them away,
Hoping that through this you won't think about him.
Out of sight, out of
mind.
But then you crawl into bed and it still smells like him
So you cry.

Break-up is when you lay his vest on the floor
And flatten on top of it
Collapsing.
Just to cry into it that you're sorry, "I love you, I'm sorry..."
Then throw it to the corner like it's trash.
It isn't.

Break-up is when you put on all the perfume you stopped wearing
Because he said he liked the smell
Of untainted you.
Then you vow to wear one
Every day
Until it makes you sick at yourself.

Break-up is when all your poetry turns free form
So that you won't send it to him
And your friends know it's serious.
Every poem ends the same;
Before its time
And dramatically.
Just like the last time you kissed.