my knuckles cracked on solid concrete
and i swear
i shattered every bone in my body
one by one, crunching and
crackling and crying -
pause.
wait.
let me reiterate:
how dare you say
you miss me
when you stare
at me with eyes colder than the frozen tundra
accumulating along the walls of your arteries,
when i'm breaking my hands
over you using yours to
hold another's,
when you stare at me
like you never knew me at all
when you stare
at me as if
i'm dying, as if i'm
crumbling into dirt and dust and ruin
before you
but there's a question
which goes up in flames
each time i glance back
at you -
does love ever die?
and if so,
when will i?