breakup

Storming

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Vibrant green and dull grey

Brings me back to when

I felt more alive

Sometimes I “wake up”

And remember how it felt to really imagine

And really play

I miss who I was back then

But you don’t see time slipping away

It just goes, and one day you’re sitting

On a leather couch

In the office, and

Suddenly remembering that it’s all past..

One day you “wake up”,

And all it took was watching out the window

The vibrant green and dull grey, and

The smell of rain.

Not Guilty

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“Not guilty.”

You pled, and I bled.

The jury wouldn’t look

at the knife

you left stuck.

I begged them to see

the hole in my chest

that you clumsily filled with ash

as if it could replace a beating heart.

But they closed their eyes when you asked them,

“How can you believe that wound is real?

It’s impossible to see

what only she can feel.”

The jury rendered a verdict;

“Insanity”, the foreman said,

pointing at me.

It didn’t matter I wasn’t on trial.

You killed me, but still

they found you “not guilty”

only because

I didn’t

die.