Broken Promises
Tears drop into my frosted glass of rose
forming a kaleidoscope of broken promises
that weep away when the day starts again;
the condensation bristles against scarred hands,
and wails for the unreturning.
The decay of stars lurch through the thinning atmosphere,
reddening walls flush my colorless cheeks.
I trace the broken path that led me here
and think about how it could have all been so wrong.
Hazy world in a overworked multi chromed prism,
bending and lurching,
light blends devilishly into one another
twisting, turning, upside down
regrets latch onto my sweat soaked skin.
My bare back dampens and shivers
against the cold tile of my bathroom floor.
Relentless pounding in my skull amplifies
as I try to rest against the ceramic.
Glittered moonstone fogs my senses
the steady, mechanical
drip, drip of water paralyzing.
Hallway warping into mountainous shapes and curvatures,
my vision unfocused, fingers trembling.
As I look over to my bed,
my body roared with the urge to see you there,
but all I saw was a ghost.
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