This morning I realised
You aren't the type
To cry at your wedding.

This is the first step to forgetting
By pulling your faults out of thin air,
Taking a pin to my thoughts
And piercing holes in my fantasies
That explode into a thousand pieces
Showering me in tiny fragments
Of every name you've called me.

Darling

Beautiful

Lovely

But I catch all those shards
Cutting my fingers
Push them into my heart and my mind
And leave myself bleeding.