My trust burned your skin like boiling water,
Still, you took it patiently, you buried my guns.
You followed me to the North Pole and further,
Kept me safe during the coldest months.
Your trust pushed a blade between my ribs,
But somehow that knife stopped me from bleeding.
Do you know what I would be willing to give
To go back to the day your beauty tripped up my breathing?
I was a dying star, yet you glued me together,
You wrapped me in blankets of rosy daydreams.
When the storms struck, we braved the weather,
Turned thunder into the brightest light beams.
But the love fizzled out like a short sparkler,
I learned how to breathe without your eyes in my life.
Even if the nights keep getting darker and darker,
I know I will make it to the other side.
Yet, the well of my sorries is a deep one,
Especially when I must look at your bruises.
But you will find a better Bonnie without a gun,
And find a new lover who never loses.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 