Empty

I want to compile all the tears and words I've spilled for you in a glass jar. I'd fill it to the top and tie a neat bow around its rim with the promises you told me. I'd leave it on your front porch, adjusting it just so to face you. I'd ring your doorbell, just to run away the same way you ignited my heart just to blow it out in the same breath. You'd open the door, without a care on your mind. You wouldn't open the door hoping to see my face; you're not as foolish as I am. You'd swing the door open without a thought of me to cloud your mind. You'd bend down without hesitation to grip the jar in your hands, ripping the "fragile, handle with care sticker" right off. You wouldn't take the time to be gentle, though you always promised me you would. You wouldn't take the time to unfold each note I had carefully tucked into the jar; each crease filled with words I wanted to scream at you, to cry at you, to beg you to listen to. But you'd never read them, the same way you never cared to learn the story etched in my eyes. You'd roll the jar in your hands without caution, shaking the vessel without care. You'd shake the notes out of the jar and into the trash, discarding them on a whim, without a second thought. The same way you careened into my life like an avalanche devastating the town at the base of the mountain. But the snow always settles; not knowing the damage it's caused. Because the snow is selfish, just like you. The snow doesn't care who gets in its way as long as it makes its way down the mountain. In the aftermath of the wreckage, you walked out of the rubble and onto a new beginning. The same way you'd place my jar on a shelf to collect dust with the other jars you've forgotten. You'd leave me empty like you always have. You'd reach into the jar to rip out the last origami cranes, clinging to the bottom of the jar. They'd flutter against your fingertips, begging you to set them free. You'd ignore their pleas and clip their wings; crumpling them as well. So, there I'd be, a jar you had gutted for your own gain. Just like all you've ever given me; empty words, empty kisses, empty promises. Empty.

I wish I could forget you like you've already forgotten me.