Close my eyes
And lock the door.
Time for the rain.
Another flood
Hopelessly running through me
Trying vainly to ease
Such permanent pain…
Scars aren’t something
Easily washed away.
It stings
Going through the wound you made
That time didn’t heal
Like it promised to do.
It still hurts.
Sometimes breaks open and bleeds
All over again.
Throbbing with wasted love
Never to be returned
To myself, or anyone else
For that matter.
Sometimes memories ease the pain
But not tonight.
It’s everywhere.
Shimmering orange on my cheeks
Small rivers in the candlelight.
Maybe it would be better
To extinguish them
The charred wick stains the wax black
On accident? Or purpose?
I wonder the same about you sometimes.
Did you really mean to
Tear down the monument of my heart
To ruin, nothing more?
Or does it even matter now?
Did I deserve this?
Beauty isn’t the only thing
With a price
Steal the petals from the rose
But leave the thorns
For me…
Drink the honey
Without appreciating the bloom
Just like you drank of my heart
Until it was almost empty
With no choice to replenish
Misanthropy can be beautiful sometimes
I relinquish this life
For the sake of redemption
And a better day.
This glass heart has broken
For the final time
I’ll steal the beauty of its gleam
And leave the sharpened shards
For you…