I’ve spoken my truth but the melody you hear is never so smooth.
Crackling of the glass, shattering of the base beneath your feet.
I’ve stepped back and you’ve retreated back towards your heart.
You’ve cut the thread.
Red silk linen torn into minute shreds.
Red pigments contaminated with bitter lead.
Lacerations paint me dark cause I gave you space to focus my love for you but you perceived it as it wasn’t strong enough to hold on to you.