silence that fills
an empty room
no people left,
just memories.
their fights, their screams
and that first kiss.
they both poured from their empty cups
they broke the cup
and gave the glass
and piece by piece,
and stitch by stitch,
their love has morphed
into deep pain
just open wounds
that bleed in vain
it was too hard,
for them to see
the masochists
they came to be.
would you like a piece of me? that’s all I have left
