It’s like drowning but with no water.
No matter how hard.
No matter how fast.
You are still a broken daughter.
Shattered into tiny diamonds.
Piece by piece.
Sharp as knives.
Left with the unnaturally, unwanted silence
So fragile at the thought of the action and lie
Naive in thought
What did I do wrong to have him choose goodbye
Banter, laughter, ourselves the rightness to be
Realness for each other, trust, should have been marquee
So right and pure it was taken for granted
By both parties
No longer alive
Lies have left them broken and empty handed
Entered into to find a way of stability and release
Because of protection, the coward policed
Broken by the inability to speak due to anger
Late night drinking
Leaves what could have been broken, unanchored
Flowing hot and freely at the thought of the pain
Hearing his name
Thinking of memories
Darkened depression has left the heart sprained
Will go on as it does but in two separate ways
One in the heat
One in the rain
As the sun sets on their love in a fiery blaze