He left; now gather the pieces of what's left of you. (Graveyard considerations)

Split.
Crack.
The walls splinter.
Tears slide down her porcelain  heart.
Shards of her hope were slowly gliding down her wrist;
                                                      Like a ballerina pirouetting across her arm.

He was gone.
The dictionary held no sense,
Every language was foreign.
Every heart beat painfully out of time.
Time.
She waited for time to cease.
Agony encased her, ensnared her.
And she was dying.
With each breath she was dying…

He spoke such innocent words,
                Only the truth.
Yet here she was;  wishing that he had lied like all the others.

Of course she was useless,
Did she expect anything more?
Her iron will was corroding and her dedicated dreams, burning.

Was it all a game;
A joke at her pitiful expense?
When will the torment end?

For the first time in eight long months;
She drove the razor deep into the flesh;
Watching the blood spark illuminate lines.

He vowed such sweet promises,
Such edible lies.
But his candy coated eyes screamed “false”.
He had said forever.
But forever always has to end one day.

She had trusted him,
He held such a glass rarity in his supple fingers,
But then his hands morphed into calloused weapons,
Moulding her heart into fragments of fractured love.

And she yelled with all her silence.
As he spoke all the wrong words,
                But wasn’t that what she was expecting all along?
Yes, of course it was.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

He held her hands as she cried dripping sorrow.
He flinched inwardly as the small sharp blade lunged deep down in her skin.
His throat had melted into one permanent lump;
                      But he could not sob with her.
Only hold her.
                    (would that ever be enough?)

. . . . . . . . . . . . .


She clutched the wilting flowers to her chest.
She shook violently,
Breathing deeply for support as she wept.
Her diamond tears crystallized the ground.
And she collapsed.

Golden waves of ashen leaves washed her face.
A slight autumn breeze caressed her cheeks;
  Leaving them a tinted pink shade of depression.
It was silent.
There was no beating heart in the berth of this vicinity.
Only rotting lives.

She willed the earth to rumble and reopen.
She prayed and prayed that the sun will burn the dirt away.
But the grave remained motionless in the unmoving time.

There was nothing left to say,
She just prostrated and bawled.
There was nothing left to say,
He was gone.
The dictionary held no sense,
Every language was foreign.
Every heart beat painfully out of time.
Time.
She waited for time to cease.
Agony encased her, ensnared her.
And she was dying.
With each breath she was dying…

Dying just to be alive.
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There was nothing left to say,
He just prostrated and bawled.
There was nothing left to say,
She was gone.
The dictionary held no sense,
Every language was foreign.
Every heart beat painfully out of time.
Time.
He wished for time to begin.
Agony encased him, ensnared him.
And he was dying.
With each breath he was dying…

Dying just to be alive.
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Graveyard fear.
Graveyard tears.
Graveyard breath,
Graveyard death.