I ran upstairs and went to my dresser,
Your picture sitting prettily on the top,
And grabbed it with eyes blurry from tears,
My mind screaming for me to stop.
The phone clattered to the ground and cracked,
I glared at it and walked away,
Your words still ringing inside my heart, shattering it,
You said it wasn't working anymore, that you couldn't stay.
I made my way out the door, stumbling
And fighting back the screams building in my aching chest,
In my pocket, for my lighter, my fingers were blindly searching
Until I felt the cool, friendly, lethal plastic.
The back of my hand wiped furiously at my eyes
Before I sparked the lighter to life,
Lifting your picture in front of my face
And letting the flames lick the corner.
A smile grew across my tear-drenched, anger reddened, cheeks
As I watched your picture burn,
A laugh bubbled past my trembling lips
And I screamed out all my pain into the twilight sky.
