I took a breath of air. Breathed in once, breathed out twice. She departed now, and I don’t feel any regrets. Because, We weren’t meant to be connected together, with one another. She treated me wrong. And I treated her badly as well. I was under a storm cloud for the longest time, Trying to find warmth in a frozen pond. A relic was what love could be—lost potential—found, In the depths of another lover’s hands. Lies. Lies. Lies. I plugged my ears with small foam pieces, Because I couldn’t bear to hear her strained voice. Broke me into shattered pieces, They’d spread over the floor. And my soul swathed itself In the glass, blood staining my cheekbone.