Somebody

Your words are

the crunch of

your steps on

the shards that

I once called

my heart.

Reflection

What made it a sad affair

was that I wanted to be there

for the children we thought

would be ours

but we parted ways,

your stripes had changed,

and it was your children

I loved more than us.

Parts

we've thrown away love

for the sake of keeping face,

but the sadness sticks

like a bad taste

in the back of your throat.

I listen with my heart,

and kick angrily

at the currents

dragging me down

into thoughts of you.

Knights

He asked me for his red rose. I did not have it, but he refused to believe me.

I gave him my gloves instead. We considered it a fair trade.