New Poem ~ Let Them Die

Nostalgia lingers

in the way

roses retain beauty;

stemming tall

in a vintage vase

or torn apart

across the floor

in desperate rage.

Crumpled petals,

crinkled sheets of poetry,

for love only makes you suffer

in the end,

holds secrets against you,

dangles them in your face

just to leave you alone.

Slamming doors;

echoing screams,

heartaches and lace,

I can no longer fight.

Cigarette smoke

over floral remnants,

ripped apart.

Numbness, it’s a cage.

Love, it’s a rage,

keeps roses breathing

or shreds them alive.

I would rather

let them die.

Withered beauty;

watched it decay to black.

Shadow in the distance;

that’s the last I remember

of you leaving, knowing

I couldn’t destroy you

from afar

though I wanted to

and I tried.

Trashed the letters,

burned the pictures.

You refused to fight

and I wish I could hurt you now.

You sold me out, salvaged only yourself.

Shattered vase;

roses and water in moonlight,

darker shade of romance.

It doesn’t live here anymore,

I swore it never would again.

The bottle is empty tonight,

leather and lace,

whiskey and cigarettes.

I’ll go down to the bar

to remind you what you did,

to let the world know too

though I still go home alone.

Nostalgia lingers

in the way

roses retain beauty

stemming tall

or torn apart

in desperate rage.

Morning hangover,

coffee the only constant anymore.

I don’t ever want to hear

you still love me.

Heart of darkness

yearns only to destroy you.

Love, it’s a rage

keeps roses breathing

or shreds them alive.

I would rather

let them die.

 

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