I found you in the embers of a burning fire because I was stupid enough to follow the trail of smoke out against a yellow sky, right into the thunderous wrath of you.
I should've just left you there— in the trenches of the universe where nothing is worthy enough of anything; In the pit of the fallen feathers picked from a murdered Angel’s gracious wings.
Like the wicked thief you are you abandoned me as you tied a splintered rope to my foot, knotted it into the bottom of the earth, and flew your way to the top with the shattered pieces of my heart that you lost in yours.
Vicious and ****** you were, though I was trying to hammer you a shield. Bruised and battered you left me, though all I gave you was an outlet to the Epicurean Philosophy.
Rugged claws is all that’s left of me and a silence so loud in it’s wake I can’t hear myself think. I haven’t spoken a real word since you touched me, So I listen to the rain pour down in it’s muttering rhythms at the bottom of the ocean while the chest beneath the heart you split open caves in.