You could have sliced my skin.
Peeled it back and eaten my heart.
Raw.
You could have shattered my bones.
Until each one cracked in half.
Snap.
You could have voiced your distaste.
Called me every name in the book.
Poison.

But even worse,
you didn't do anything.

I chew my nails off
even after a perfect night and day
because in the early sun of the first of this month,
you pushed my hair from my face and whispered,
"Goodmorning," with a smile
and I will miss you
like I will miss scraping my body against a blade
or sliding against a stage
leaving my heart in the spotlight.
Because just like that blade,
one day you will hurt me, I guess,
but you'll be in my dreams
and I'll wish to have you back to calm my shaking hands.

Day 1

And I'm still in love

The memory

The reality

Building a tower

Leading to the

Clouds in which

We dreamed

Day 2

Barely hanging on

A glimpse of light in dark

like embers of a once blazing fire

All passion erased

All that remain are

The shattered remains

Day 3

Gone

A barren land

Stripped of all life

No memories

No love

Only Reality

Your question:
CC?
My Answer:
Yes.

I walked in
For a moment
Stood in the threshold
Watching you

All the time
the only thought in my head:
This is it. This is goodbye.

Maybe my subconscious knew
We wouldn't last

You looked up at me
through your lashes
I came over
I stood on my tiptoes
You looked down at me

Then I said goodbye
Your face flashed
Confusion
Sadness
Maybe Anger?

I gave my excuse
Then walked away

You'll never know but I turned back
Expecting to see you
Looking
Watching me go

But it was a romantic notion
I had created in my head

You were already lost in a different game

I'm waiting for sunrise,
my eyes glued to the horizon.
Sometimes the skies lighten
and I fill with hope.
And then the night descends again.

I'm waiting for the rain to stop,
my eyes closed against the thunder
sometimes the drops slow, fat and heavy,
and I think to come out
but then the skies growl once more.

I am unhappy
huddled and alone.
I am waiting for the "un" to fade
so I can just be free
But sometimes I'm afraid it never will.

Why do our words make us bad people?
Our desires, our wants,
our likes, our dislikes.
How do we judge on such a shallow scale
a soul?
Why is it not our meanings?
Our thoughts?
Who are we to peer into a soul and deem it bad,
when the only soul we could truly comprehend
is our own.
And that we keep hidden
even from ourselves.