Shattered

I should've predicted the dilemma right from the start. When you parked your car, sideways, across my heart. Too far gone to see, too emotionally invested to care. A gradoise illusion to your thousand yard stare. Feelings of belonging whilst rejoicing in laughter. My mind simply concocting a happily ever after. The kick from your beauty internally ingrained. Any fears and dubiety subsequently waned. The flame burns alight but old scars remember. What once shone so bright is now ash and ember. Dreams of connection shot the nest and flew. The circle has no end, producing suffering anew. Validation and consent to toy with my emotions. Like a child blowing bubbles or a witch making potions. Conceding I play no part in the life that you chose. I stare to the sea, that's why they call it the blues. A wave washes over me, in a figurative way. As I replay the conversation had on that last day. Like a beautiful serpent, you hissed 'you should've been flattered'. As you turned. Walked away. My love story shattered.