solace || poetry

fifty four

my heart aches
at the thought
that our love
wasnt as soft and innocent
as i once believed it
to be

perhaps you were in love
with the high
the buzz of drugs beneath
our skin as we kissed

maybe it the chase
as i was worth so much
until you finally caught me
and realized my diamond veneer
was simply a ruse

or was it the satisfaction
you felt as you
watched my cracked soul
flake into a pile of
broken dreams