We sit,
Witnesses
To Immolation,
Acknowledging Death.
Vap'rous vows now vanished;
Infidelity preceding
The wedding day,
Following after,
Covered deftly under
Lies compounding lies,
One holding true,
One never so,
And so we sit over
Coffee and Divorce,
Now that the truth is out.

We sit,
Witnesses to small talk:
"You may have the furniture";
"Insurance ends in May";
"Do you have a question?"
"There's nothing left to say."

We sit;
She leaves;
Her emptiness
Remains;
We three sit tight,
Uncertain,
Nothing left to say,
But still we sit musing
Coffee and Divorce.

It's not that I don't trust you
It's just memories of the past
Warn me not to

Never would've thought
of what you could do to me
of your influences and effects
the changes you had brought upon me

Never would've thought
of how late they would come
They arrived a moment too late
A moment after you had enough and left

You left with coldness after I've discovered warmth
Cynicism after I've turned a romantic
Wordless after I've been able to shower you with lovely phrases
Loveless after I've finally learned how to love

To love you
In all of your nooks and corners
Truly, completely, unconditionally
To be able to do the same
As what you had done to me

You gave me your everything
While receiving nothing
No one could bear for so long
Even my egoistical self knew all along

And as I thought
Over and over again
Of our failed brief romance
And the irony of how our roles had changed

I realised that
I hadn't thought of myself
Not even once
I wondered
Where had those thoughts gone?

Did you finally take them?

2 A.M in the morning
A pure calming light illuminates the room.
Father is not home, yet.

Brother, go to sleep.
Tell mother, I will wait for him.
Brother, don't be afraid.
I am here facing the darkness and the wind.

Here, in front of the thing he called home, I am waiting.
Waiting for him to come home.
Waiting to **** him.

How badly i want to stab his heart.
One, two and three. He'll be dead.
One, two and three. I am a winner.

For my mother and my brother.
Go to sleep.
Father won't be home.
He has gone away taken by the wind.

You were the one from the beginning. 
I knew of you.
You caught my eye.
I wondered about you and what you were like, what you thought about, if you knew me.
I wanted to know you.

You were the one through the middle.
I know this for sure, because you were the last thing on my mind before I fell asleep.
You were my dream no matter what time of the day.
"You mean the world to me."
When my world looked different, you became my first sip of alcohol.
Your name filled my lungs and left them with every hit.
Yet like smoke inhaled, there was always remnants of you on the walls of my lungs.
I wanted to learn how to exhale your name out of my heart,
But I couldn't.
And when I thought I did..

You were the one in the end.