It burns inside, like lava soothing you from inside.
Picking up a blade to be slit down my wrist has never looked so enticing.
Deep down, I understand why that can’t happen again.
So my mind wonders, to the center of it all.
Where it all began.
An unforgiving solace through my wrists.
A burning desire to feel which I cannot.
In everything, I see darkness sipping through the cracks.
Not in, but oozing out of me.
Nothing but the sensational taste of tantalizing red wine, down my throat.
A new escape, perhaps.
Yet it burns with every swallow.
Waiting for the inevitable, to walk through that door.
I went straight there, as soon as I read it.
Hands sweating, heart beating slower than usual.
Stuck in a familiar offset balance.
We finally figured it out, incomplete creatures under the moon.
A need to be complete, together.
But still miles apart, in the same room.
She led herself in, sitting across the room.
Same room she threw her goodbyes from.
Our eyes locked, unlocking what was violently stored away.
You could feel her pulsating heart a mile way.
Her light blue turquoise dress, flowing on every inch of her.
Inches that once dripped with honey to be savored.
She wanted to confess, of a love.
She earlier excused herself, to wipe of her tears.
Previously my duty, not anymore.
Change is inevitable apparently.
Having silent conversations in-between the silence.
Her lips parted, pausing to allow the last burning wine down my throat.
I’m sorry, I can never live without you
Suddenly, my hands grew weak, letting the glass reach its final destination.
Pausing for a moment.
Because, I, more than anybody knew what the world was, without her.