drops of champagne

sweet like candy, bitter like fruit.

soft brown eyes
that encase the memory
of warmth,
now intoxicated with the
laughter of pain.

you burned of love for them,
you made the chains
of promises that
became rusted by the loss of
time,
that eventually broke the
sanity you craved.

everywhere i go,
i see you in myself.
when i look in the mirror,
when i smile,
and like a puzzle
piece,
i mostly see you
when i give the last bit of my
own sanity for lovers who
barely water the gardens of my stability
that lay stagnant
in the cob webbed corners
of my mind.

you gave away,
until you couldn't anymore.
you filled the cups of others,
while yours laid constantly dry
and others shamed you,
but you would smiled and
whisper "i know".
only because you were in love
with being loved.

and like an oath that the sun
makes to the moon before
every sunrise,
"i'll love you till the day that i die"
just so you know what it felt like to be loved and
watered,
by the fruits of your labor.

-zmh