I just don’t understand life anymore. You break me into a million and one delicate pieces. Then you kindly come back to me with glue and sincere words.

You put me back together, but sooner than later. You’ll break me apart.

I’m too confused to defend my silence. Can you please just give back my heart? It still hurts in your keeping. I’d rather it hurt in me.

I’m beautiful and I keep lying.

I will never make sense.

Good dreams.

I don’t want to talk. I will remain silent. I’ll hold myself still. It said thats better, you always were.

I said it changed. And in its cruel voice it replied, ‘how so’?

(We drifted apart)

I refuse to answer. I don’t hold the words anymore. I hold onto nothing.

You use to be all I want. But the facts draw me to truth.

I am a liar, who you use to call beautiful.

Thank you for breaking me into a million and one pieces. You enjoy my wounds. You provide more hurt, unneeded pain. My black tears will soon rain. So thank you for the sensual torment. Thank you for the pitied laughs. And most of all, thank you for leaving me alone, cringing to life’s bitterness. I needed you the most then.

And now, I no longer need.

His eyes glistened in the wake of a dying passion,

As her eyes of black turned grey.

In the shade of there discontent,

Black tears rained.

His voice echoed a silence,

Her mute words ended their conflict.

There was never love from their start.

Only accounted mishaps and physical lust.

Their poignant ending.

Both lives could have been better.

They simply grew old and apart.

I was just a bystander,

to there August morning.

I sipped my warm coffee and bit into a tasteless croissant.

If you were at this scene,

You would watch as I painted there ending words

Into vivid pictures.

I drew there distance with wrinkles

I colored it cold with broken pencils.

To there memoir,

Signed and dated

An August of 08.