Ignored // writings

20.

Did you know that ever since that night, the echoes of heartbreak and loss still reverb on the walls of this house.

And every cry I hear that is not my own, my heart breaks more and more until there was nothing left but ashes.

And when you talk to me I imagine you blowing the ashes of my heart into the wind like a rogue eyelash on your hand.

A second thought never existed in your world, a caring heart never beat unless it was for your own sake.

When you fall the world falls but when the world falls you float and blame the world for making you float all alone.

Those lips that you used on my mother, the lips you used to water your relationship garden. The lips you spoken promises and bedtime stories and prayers. Those lips are now dried up.

That woman took your promises your bedtime stories and your prayers. You are now just a wrinkled, rotten gremlin of a man and if you keep trying to keep me around and keep my hopes up and keep me believing your words.. I'm sorry but I stop believing in fairy tales.

I stop listening to those bedtime stories along time ago.

(Look at the mess you've made)
I.R.G.
4-14-17