I was the promise you couldn’t keep to yourself.
The trauma sits with me
– nightmares of other women; of you –
I awaken afraid.
It doesn’t leave.
When did our love
become so cold?
“You are the love of my life,”
he whispers atop me
as honey falls from
his lips and
Sit with your pain.
Understand its roots.
Then, the healing can begin.
our friendship, our future, our potential,
my forgiveness, my love
– and you call it change.
Must I always war with your unfaithfulness ?
Watching you drift off as I question my sanity – why I can’t help but keep drinking death.
He was her favorite color; she doesn’t paint anymore.
He says, “You’ve just got to jump” but that’s the thing:
See, I’ve been jumping off of cliffs for you
Carrying burdens that were never mine to hold
I took a bullet in the name of love that only
left me bleeding and forlorn
Tell me what’s the point of jumping when you’re doing it alone?
On occasion I wonder what death would taste like clenched in my jaw and ground between my teeth.
It is then that I must tear apart the fabric of my mind to remember that people and circumstances should never be the catalyst.
Your world stops, but really it keeps turning.
Pause. Breathe. Rest. Continue.