Bangles for eyes rimmed with ashes;
don't look at me when im not crying
You ask me to repeat my words
but they scream in my ears
stop lying
locked inside and unable to escape;
you wouldn't like them anyway
I wonder why you don't cry
while you tell me not to
why can't we let it go
and leave it alone
like you said you wanted to,
if it's over, it's over
the book slammed shut
the love story over
No room for happily ever after
The story sounds typical
but it's different this time
a corpse on a stretcher
no method for salvation
in stagnant piles
of unadulterated confusion
Your thoughts try to dry my tears but your words draw them from their source
I choke on the reasons why
I blame you for this
mouthing the words
"you caused it all"
But then I remember
when we met and I tripped
on my first words
though you had none
Didn't think it could turn into this
I'm dying inside
and your contentment it making
my heart implode,
eating itself from the inside;
the final insult of a love
left to die in the blistering cold;
how appropriate is the weather now?
The final and everlasting withering of a shriveled shell
of what could have been.
