It was the morning I woke up
The room in darkness
The wind pounded against my window
I sat and listened to it’s final breaths.
As I took my first conscience one.
My bed of petals had grown thorns
As I handed you my heart.
You didn’t mean to shatter it.
I didn’t want to move.
I wanted to stay endlessly still
Like a life model for someone
To express on canvas.
I remembered our first painting.
Painful but together.
And it became such a comfort,
Maybe I over-indulged.
I couldn’t understand why
You would want to leave
Until you told me of your chains
I nailed you to the ground.
I’m sorry, your happiness is different
From my own.
You took back my heart
But it had rotted away at the edges.