I called out your name from a derelict underpass.
The stoplights ranging from green, to yellow, to red.
Time continued on in fair stride, a metronome of perpetual anxiety and loathsomeness.
I've yet to see through this suffering, but each day my heart dispels the toxins of of your sour aftertaste through my palpitating passageways.
I bleed the poison on through and bottle it up for you.
Because you don't hurt as I do. You never will.
I'll call out again and there will be no answer still.
I wonder if she's changing her diet just for you,
perhaps she starves herself to see it through.
Did every girl you touch and string along with your careless disarray
mean enough to have me so far gone and left astray?
Or were you running away from the only good you'd ever knew?
How does it feel to wake up in the morning without that warmth next to you?
I brace my hands against these walls that once were paper thin,
my defenses lowered, how beautiful it was to let another in.
A chapter closed, the page