Day: Feb 28, 2022

I watch drops of blood fall from my nose and land on your white shirt

As we are stuck in a moment, glued to the pavement and grainy dirt.

Every piece of my past I have carried around now slowly slips away,

And I no longer have the memories, just this moment on this very day.

My mind feels like a broken cup, but your face is my final harbor.

We must say our goodbyes tonight, even if it seems like a murder.

Yes, I am torn, and I am bent, and there is nowhere for me to go.

I pray harder than a saint as I watch you leave through the first snow.

The guilt is flowing through the cracks of my skull like a hundred rivers,

And you knew better than anyone that I was a taker, not a giver,

But I promised my pulsating chest to you like it was worth a dime.

Too bad that before you got to accept it, we were torn apart by the times.

There are still my drops of blood on your shirt as the sun is rising,

My nose still hurts from yesterday’s punches as I observe the horizon.

I miss you like an unspoken wish, yet I am light enough to float,

Because I do not seem to feel the claw of the past on my pale throat.

-Jackie