My parents told me
not to sell the ring.
I think it was because
they still believed
we would get back together,
you had it in you to be the good guy.
After watching my body, broken and bruised,
my eyes bleeding tears no love should refuse,
you would be the happy ending
I longed for.
When I think of you,
there is nothing.
No pain, no regret, no dwindling emotions,
my heart is a void for you.
My memories of you that once shone like stars
They are black holes,
pockets of emptiness in my soul
consuming any fleeting happiness
I may have associated with you.
Who were we?
Who were those people
we used to be,
before you turned on me.
The young lovers,
believing eternity was a reality,
the deflated air mattress we shared
though our backs hurt,
it was better than sleeping alone.
The nights we stayed up just to see the sunrise
without a care of how sleeplessness would compromise our tomorrow,
for each moment
for each breath
for each blink with you reflected in my eyes,
it wasn’t a cliché when I told you
I never thought we’d say goodbye.
all that remains,
all I have of you,
of all that so called love,
of all the promises you made that shattered
like your words upon my face,
is a diamond ring in a box,
sitting in the corner,