I’ve never thought of myself as a four-leaf clover, more like a shattered mirror.
The nights I’ve spent, waiting in the darkness–my heart so heavy, I can’t lift myself from my bed. You aren’t even there with me. I’m not even sleeping. It’s beyond that.
All my colors seem a little darker now.
I don’t need light to live. Who does? Not a rosebud–
thorns are much more notorious.
More common. Just an extraordinary oddity. Extraneous.
Subservient, and I’m dying.
The only heat I accomplish branches from the blush you planted in my face. You left the burner on when you left, and sparked the match that took my final breath.
I strike delete, over and over. It never comes out right. It NEVER comes out right.
Close your eyes while I hide.
My flaws are stunning. Don’t look me in the eye.
I don’t want you to get lost. The less I blink, the less chance you have to escape.
Invaded. You took my voice, but my critical thoughts are resilient to the blank silence of your shy stare.
I wouldn’t talk about it even if I could.
Bargains. Sacrificial surrender. Wipe away my memory. Why bother remembering?
My vital organs are perforated for your easy removal.
You said you wanted all of me. Take it. You deserve the worse, and I am all I have left to give. You left me in a dark place, killer.