I Have Moved On

The fake postman under the spell of your sob story had dropped the forty-ninth letter in nine months Envelope stained with cerise lipstick, perfumed with promises, sealed with the saintliest of tears. Your best ammunition had met my firewall Shrapnels dropped like snowballs at my feet You knew I still missed you to the bone Turning to meet you I see the circle I cringe like a mouse that recognized the trap written, "We can still build our future together again" My tenderized heart gathering its hewn stones thrown far apart when you showed me my old aftershave telling how you smell it to sleep for five years I fought tears refusing to water the old garden of our broken love. I can not return, Never! Hell is heaven when it cries for lost prey I had smelt the quicksand beneath your rosy bed "Forgive me" I spat Feeling for my tourniquet dripping fast "I choose to be doomed with my decision. I have moved on."