the salt* that poured into my now bleeding wound was like

how *he came into my heart.

hurtful, sorrowful yet gay.

the current that moved beside my still body was like

how my emotions made my corpse feel.

contenment, compassion yet desire.

the wind whisphering in my ear was like

him telling me goodbye.

gloomy, neglected yet loathing.

the white caps dancing on the waves was like  

when i remembered him.

peaceful, tranquil yet remorseful.

and so, when the still river hit the sharp rocks-

it shred it to pieces- only like what you did with my heart.

wearness, rage yet misery.