Your words shaped as spears
Lunged towards me in overwhelming flames
Everything you could ever be
And everything you should have been
Created craters in my bones
Exposing the emptiness
And discontinuity that comes with growing up

South and northern poles
Magnetize within the fire blazing
Among the sunlight up above

Where were you
When I yearned for your wisdom
When I craved for your naive spirit

Where were you
When I need an escape
From everything that’s eating me up inside
Every single night past 12 in the morning

Discontinuity grows like the roses
In the garden of the past
Blooming in shades of washed out reds, blues and pinks
Soon they will consume my thoughts
Crawling up my throat and letting out
The spears you planted in me