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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