Broken Pieces

It was like life begun when
we had our first kiss,
interlocking lips with warmth
eye closing passion
that I will truly miss.
Tears of joy when seeing
you everyday was the sun,
tears of ashes now dropping
slowly down my cheek
tears dark as grey as the
clouds they came from.

Once not holding you was
like me holding my breath,
lungs full of air wanting
to take exhale and inhale
before death.
Pain that I once thought was fake,
but my heart truly believed,
taking advil and pain killers
for its chemical cocktail
to help me be relieved.

Wanting to cut through my chest
to get behind the prison bars,
to find that fist size prisoner
my heart to heal its scars.
With a needle and thread of the
colour of red to mend the pieces,
gather my broken heart and I'll try
my hardest to sow along the creases.