Heartbreak
Heartbreak is sweat dripping from your face.
As we stare at each other in the glow of the moonlight.
2 am, after a fight.
Is this worth it?
Is this pain so beautiful enough?
I often reach for you
But you are with another.
And the pain of having someone who isn’t there,
Leaves me as the second choice.
I was your first choice.
Your fists paint pictures on my flesh.
Pictures of rainbow red, purple and blue.
Your eyes are empty.
I took the light from them,
Too busy fixing my own darkness.
Nothing was equal. It wasn’t give and take.
I stole the light, and you took my soul.
My trembling hands reach for you
And are rejected by greed.
You were never mine.
But you owned me.
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