A sea of brown and green lay at my feet,
with subtle movement i can hear them clink.
Some are empty, some are unfinished.
But for right now it doesn't even matter.
Stained cheeks of watered ink,
Salt that's mixed with sadness.
A heart of pain, a lifetime's worth.
Filled with remorse and regret.
Embers burn your words of love,
it's right there in the fire.
with a broken trust, pages are torn,
like I never even mattered.
My fingers, cold, only at the tips
as I clutch the final letter.
turns out you were no good for me,
and I was no good for you.
the spaces where things used to be,
all silhouetted from dust.
this place that once belonged to us
is now home to me and my bottles.
