Biting the tips of my poison ink. I hesitate to lick the drops of murderous drips of death.

You used me..bruised my lungs..and killed my hopes.

What more could you rip from my throat?

I feel abandoned. Lost. Yet transfigured. This made me strong.

It caused my eyes to drift open. I capture the light. The dreams I kept within.

Now that you are gone...I can maybe live again.
But flowing deep inside are the pains of past mistakes.

My heart whimpers at the memories of such disgrace. Makeup meshed in muddy puddles.

Lashes laced with drips of rain. My skin feels torn. My mouth runs dry.

Dreams shattered in glass bursting to Flames.My folly gave you joy.

The games you played brought me tears. Arms wretched from your body...

I stand there still...waiting, aching,  reaching for the flower before it wilts.

But it died in my finger tips...we were ripped apart.

My love, your disgust...the signature of my death thrown into dust.