cinammon

She looked at me with a deep resentment

Her eyes glaring like open windows in the night with lamps on

It wasn’t because of something I did

but because of something done unto me

No matter the situation and despite the ending

She would always be there for me and help me start the mending

“Don’t be daft!” she exclaimed at me

Her words like a three pronged trident stabbing me in the entirety of my chest

I knew the feeling of loss

I knew the feeling of grief

I knew what it felt like when darkness and sadness were a consistent motif

Yet this unexplainable pain was a feeling

I had not had the chance to meet

She taught me that words are certainly nothing

and actions have no value or worth

Because if he truly loved you

He would have never made love hurt

It took days and weeks and months of giving into his temptations

Silently watching him kill my aspirations

For me to finally understand that he was never gonna stay mine

He would never hold my hand

All he was to be

Was a shell of a man