The sunlight hits your eyes
and they refract like
a green and golden diamond.
A tiny ring of emerald
in a warm pool.
Looking into them gave me
the feeling that your warm
embrace would.
This was supposed to be a
poem about the things I love
about you,
but you made it into a poem about
the thing that I lost.
Now I just drown in the
memories and I barely
stay afloat.
Oh, the way I disturb the water,
clawing my way to the surface,
Gasping for a breath that
won't end the burning in my lungs.
Every breath is a curse,
and every intake
is a reminder that even the
best guys who have a smile of gold
and a laugh that makes angels fly
can shatter you into a million pieces
with just five words.
"I'm breaking up with you."
All it took was six syllables to
induce the flood of the nile
and the rumble of an earthquake.
A natural disaster of words,
blowing away my sanity
and ******* up my tolerance for pain.
You were a hurricane,
washing away my happiness and
destroying everything that I had.
I was just a mere thunderstorm.
You were always stronger that me.
You forced me to start over
and my monsoon tears washed away
the memory of your face.
The only time that I can see you
is by looking at photographs.
Even then, my vision is blurred
by the rain that leaves permanent stains
on what's left of you.
You are locked away in a safe place,
but sometimes I wish that those
photographs, letters, and gifts
would burn.
You were like a soft breeze
in the way that you only stayed for
what seemed like a brief second
and disappeared without giving notice.
I need to let you go,
but I miss you.