The thought of you with another
overwhelmed me to the point of breakage.
Sometimes I wonder if you think of me,
if you long for me as I do for you.
I have always desired intensity,
emotions so strong they burn.
Our love burned to ash, and
I was left sifting through it for my heart.
I watched you walk away from the wreckage,
soot on your shoes and face.
In the core of the mess, I wailed,
gnawing at myself to dissolve.
You washed yourself off in a river
much more stronger than my own tide.
I watched it as it swept you away and
before vanishing, you smiled.
Now in this wreckage alone, I see
the cracked mirror on the surface.
It was once covered with flowers
that sprouted from our words of love.
As I wash away the ash with my tears,
I wound myself on the sharp glass.
The blood pools on the mirror and
I at long last see myself.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
The thought of you with another
overwhelmed me to the point of breakage.
Sometimes I wonder if you think of me,
if you long for me as I do for you.
I have always desired intensity,
emotions so strong they burn.
Our love burned to ash, and
I was left sifting through it for my heart.
I watched you walk away from the wreckage,
soot on your shoes and face.
In the core of the mess, I wailed,
gnawing at myself to dissolve.
You washed yourself off in a river
much more stronger than my own tide.
I watched it as it swept you away and
before vanishing, you smiled.
Now in this wreckage alone, I see
the cracked mirror on the surface.
It was once covered with flowers
that sprouted from our words of love.
As I wash away the ash with my tears,
I wound myself on the sharp glass.
The blood pools on the mirror and
I at long last see myself.
