You evaporated though,
brought gray clouds in my eyes,
'til it rained tears of ice.
You were the heartbreak songs,
and my heartache poems.
You were the gray turned black-
a blackhole with crack.
I am left in vain,
living with pain.
I'm trying to stand,
from the fall on arid land.
I am trying to mend-
the bruises I'm obliged to tend.
I am trying not to shatter,
pick up the pieces that fell.
Since then..
I had an exasperating mood,
so far, I'm good.

©FortressMeadow
07.03.2016
12:38