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.