Poem.
She said: "We're history now"
And I watched our history. became
photos with sharp edges and splinters
that scratches and tears the inside of
my veins. She was the rush of the blood,
the sparkle in eyes and the cause of smiles.
The cause of the destruction to me.
She said: "I don't need you no more"
it felt as if those words of need and
craving for love from her was nothing
but just a night stay in my arms, love.
Love was beasts who scratched the insides
and gnawed onto every feeling I had.
Love was her.
She said: "You are nothing to me now"
nothing feels like the emptiness that
laid there the whole time, after the
words rolled down her tongue of sweet
-ness of love and she told me she loved
me but it seemed as if she loved one part.
She did not love me, she did not.
She said: "This is all for the past now"
And, I watched my future turning into
lava, burned everything in our way of
a love story in the first place and I watch
-ed you live and I am slowly dying in this
burning heat of love that hurts now.
She said: "I don't love you anymore"
In the moment, I watched how love
turned out to be the ticking bomb.
The clock that ticks as I wait in the
prison cell that kept me in my head.
The ticking sound to the death row of
the inmate's death last night.
She said: "I'm sorry"
And I said nothing,
because it feels hollow
now.
Poem. She said: "We're history now" And I watched
