I'm sick of hanging
sweaters on clothes lines
where the sleeves,
stained blood red,
are visible to the rest of the world.

Fate
is
so
fickle.

Where
our paths
once
crossed,

I
never
see you
anymore.

I've learned how to see
the world like a canvas.
When staring long at the horizon,
the roads flood my vision like paint
running together in a muddy mess.
The landscape changes,
but everything is still the same.

Christmas lights burn brightly,
filling my face with shadows,
as sleepless nights sink into
the folds beneath my eyes.
I am caught;
mesmerized,
by the blinds' light
that shimmers and dances
across my ceiling,
disturbed by the cars that pass by.

I'm awake. It's 2 A.M.
And I don't know why.

Please don't forget my name,
like I won't forget your lips.
An entire summer in that one kiss;
it's car rides, bed sheets and white blinds,
that I miss.

There's a cold curtain
over my eyes.
Stealing away
the little bit of light
I need to feel.
I don't want to believe
that the world is
desolate and dark;
and that people die
without good reason.

You;
you prey on pretty things.
Damaging innocent bows
and precious curls.
Dainty,
delicate,
*****.
You;
you ruin her.