.a love letter for the broken.

see what you've become
red wine stains on your saint white carpet
skid marks on newly paved cement.

see what you've become
a dent on your wooden cupboard that holds all you love dear
the dull pain on your knuckles serve as a remembrance of what you held just seconds ago
clench your fist too hard & you'll bleed all over the floor
love too hard & you'll ache all over

what you loved was without life
who you loved wasn't for you
the love you felt, it wasn't true
and the regret that haunts you will always be you.
but

the bruised purple hue of earth's glorious sunset transitions
changes are imminent.
Have Hope.
your depression will soon cease to exist
your prolonged ache will draw to a close
the skies will stop mourning for your torpedoed heart

expect your days to be beaming
for the sun to slowly blind your eyes
you'll escape the darkness you've comfortably rest in
you will be the one that got away.