It has been a few days since I murdered my mauve vertigo,
And all I have left is a pinch of disappointment.
I am falling out of love and I am not sure how to let you know.
Do I admit it now or treat it like an appointment?
In your head I am already the villain in a palace,
Laughing as blue-collar workers pass me by.
You cut every warm corner of me with pure malice,
But I am sure someone will give your faux story a try.
I almost forgot that I am not that difficult to cherish,
Yet you would have probably enjoyed my ego bursting open.
In ten years you will look back at everything we perished,
And I will not recognize your face, but you will still be hoping.
Do not think for a second that those mountains moved themselves.
I pushed them on my shoulders until my skin was raw.
Instead of loving people, you just put them on these shelves,
Polish them until they shatter in your razor-sharp claws.
It has been a few days since I let the flames lick my charred scars,
And I frown at the mere thought of you being mine.
I am falling out of love with you in smoke-filled city bars.
Will you even notice when I finally cross the line?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 