The Starbucks was torn down
where my fantasies of us
were set apart from
tangibles that shattered
my existence-
its been five years since then
and I never wrote a metaphor
better to describe the mark
that was left on that day
or in the inevitability that
all things must change
Because I once painted
a dark haired girl
the color of my world,
it was art on its way to self-demise
overshadowed by
the comfort of
those nights that we would hide,
blending into our
chameleon moonlight,
she left me with many questions
but the answer to only one:
becoming empty enough to know
how not to love
This lesson was carved
into the stone
of that suburban parking lot,
a reflection of her
succinct goodbye
that collided with the surface of
every whisk to
breakfast and sunshine
she rejected in my room,
engulfing me in combusted lies
mixed with the scent of coffee
and fleeting perfume
I was left smoldered
on concrete
with the opus of
an imbalanced soul
that reduced me to nothing inside
except reluctant aches that
ravished in our severed ties,
and all I could do was sit there
basking in the rays
of the only time
we ever shared
morning light
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
The Starbucks was torn down
where my fantasies of us
were set apart from
tangibles that shattered
my existence-
its been five years since then
and I never wrote a metaphor
better to describe the mark
that was left on that day
or in the inevitability that
all things must change
Because I once painted
a dark haired girl
the color of my world,
it was art on its way to self-demise
overshadowed by
the comfort of
those nights that we would hide,
blending into our
chameleon moonlight,
she left me with many questions
but the answer to only one:
becoming empty enough to know
how not to love
This lesson was carved
into the stone
of that suburban parking lot,
a reflection of her
succinct goodbye
that collided with the surface of
every whisk to
breakfast and sunshine
she rejected in my room,
engulfing me in combusted lies
mixed with the scent of coffee
and fleeting perfume
I was left smoldered
on concrete
with the opus of
an imbalanced soul
that reduced me to nothing inside
except reluctant aches that
ravished in our severed ties,
and all I could do was sit there
basking in the rays
of the only time
we ever shared
morning light
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