Tag: heartache

Life after You.

2014.

For a while there, I didn’t listen to any music that had the piano in it.

And that’s my favorite kind of music.

I would imagine your long fingers hitting the keys and all of the people that were there to witness your song.

All of the girls probably swooning over your musical abilities.

I hated them, you know. I hated you.

But as I am writing this – a piano is serenading me.

And you no longer have that hold.

See,

you don’t get to take music.

You don’t get to take real love away from me.

You don’t get pianos and the sounds they make.

You don’t get any hate.

Even though it never feels like it, I know that there is life after heartbreak.

Music still plays.

And the sound of letting go is the most beautiful note I’ve ever heard.

–S.

Drowning.

When love arrived:

Flowers grew in my heart.

Butterflies grew between my hips.

Diamonds floated in the ocean in my stomach.

A tree grew from my spine.

I never knew what it was like to feel a love, all mine.

Birds sang in my ears.

The aroma of roses permeated through my nostrils.

Bees left honey on my lips.

Sugar, sweet like your kiss.

When love left:

I slept with vultures in my bed,

I was the animal they circled thinking it was dead.

Butterflies turned into moths at my feet.

Bitter tastes replaced all of the sweet.

The flowers in my heart shriveled up and died.

The bees flew away.

The tree from my spine uprooted itself and fell.

I felt the pain mark its way down to every vertebrae.

The birds singing into my ears drowned with me in the ocean of emotions residing in my stomach.

They buried me six feet under,

Using my screams to replace the sounds of the thunder.

–S.

You Are My Sadness.

You are the sadness that I will never outrun.

Or outwalk.

Or outcrawl.

Or outlove.

You are the melancholy deep in my bones, multiplying in the marrow.

You are the weariness in my face.

You are the only daydream, I cannot erase.

Until we meet again, sweet sorrow.

–S.