I want to remember that this is the worst day of my life.

It is not my
choice to make,
but yours, this
one is dark like
the ink under my
nails, my book
is stained and

raindrops make
the letters flow,
translucent
recollections
that run in all
directions, off the
page and down
my cheek, can't

wash it from my
finger tips, your
words they
stick like ice
cubes to my lips,
just kissed, your
voice it brands
your touch upon
my mind

I shiver, and the
scars grow
bigger

these marks are
ours, this thing
called love is
not without that
thing called pain

and holding
broken glass
between my hands,
you are the
shards I place
upon my tongue,
swallow you
whole to taste
the blood that
sits within
my stomach
now, so deep
that I can
not flush it
out, I swear

I saw the light
outside my
window,
it was gold
and it was pure.