The story of us

Bottles flow and tempers grow,
broken shards painted red,
bitter niceties won’t fix the bruise,
the hurt runs deep, won’t call a truce,
lived in delusion, you never cared.

I bled into your lap, said “have mercy.
my tears test your patience,
I hear faint footfalls leaving my station;
That warm face, those cold eyes,
I weep and weep, till a part of me dies.

My cries percolate through the walls,
all I hear is the deafening silence,
realization crept in, it was just a dalliance.
It was an Autumn day you ruined,
you leave us in ruins, saying, “duty calls”

I still see your spirit in polaroid,
still see pieces of us in the movies,
I still preserve the scars you gifted me,
roses still smell like you,
their thorns still piece like you.