You’re staring at me
but all I see is a battlefield
of conflicted emotions
and your lips they move to speak
but your words cut deeper than knives
and it feels like I’m freezing in a house set on fire.

And those roses you gave me
have all turned black
clouded by your lies
I hold them close
but they crumble at my touch
as the visions were foretold
but my stubborn heart was never good at listening
and I waited,
as you floated somewhere between hope and despair
while the flames grow higher and consume me entirely.

Now all that remains
are the littered memories
your twisted words
like an echo
a train through a canyon
causing a landslide
tangling me within
whirring like a hurricane
blurring the skies
and turning green fields black
all I can do,
is turn away
as those bridges quietly burn.