Stained Monochrome Wings

The Aftermath

10-06-13

I had nothing to say

while we walked, hand-in-hand,

broken hearts unified:

Except to cry and suffocate

in a wave of my own hyperventilation,

an uproar contained a red-eyed woman.

These words won't adorn the page

as I now rethink the aftermath of a devastation.

Something foreseen yet unspoken

until tonight, tonight.

We loved the other

and we let go.

Bring on the slump,

sleepless nights;

we say we're okay but nothing is alright.

Now we can't kiss,

or cuddle;

can't love or couple.

I never meant for it to be like this!

Despite the fight I love you still;

Disregard every harsh word you said.

Truth was spoken throughout the duration

of this distressed encounter.

Don't apologize,

don't feel terrible or

beat yourself up:

These last nine months

you loved me more than anybody in my life --

you showed me more to life

than anyone has in

these whole damned eighteen years!

How to be prosperous,

I knew when I was with you.

It was unadulterated,

genuinely golden.