XVII. You are someone else's poetry now
You closed your eyes and fled, my chest ached
We pulled the hardest stunt of life-- heartbreak
I mean no harm so with you for Pete's sake
I forgive you and myself, I forgive us for our mistakes
The kisses we shared, the time we killed
I lose because the memories still haunt me, still bleed
On top of our bed when we used to talk and read,
I nearly burnt the mattress and the sheets
The photos of us are no longer in the few picture frames
I tossed one to a wall, fragments scraped my skin but still same
I started to pick the picture up, tore it with no shame
I'm good, must be good to face a new level of a tougher game
We are meant to be apart like the moon and the sun
To be uncombined like the water and oil in a drum,
To be destroyed like the enemies' quarters and the bomb
We are now supposed to be in other lover's arms
My poems were usually inspired by you and my home
Your heartfelt words resembled those poems of my own
I thought of you right now, confused because I write in sad tone
I'm holding a pen and paper to express the sadness of being alone
"It's over, baby," you said, you wept, I'm proud
You loved me and I felt it to the bones, our souls bound
I understand, it ached lesser than before and I frowned
After a few minutes, I muttered, "you are someone else's poetry now."
