Teacups and Pens

Goodnight: Part 1

Sometimes, I watch them scatter across a smooth,

   glass surface, and observe the way the shatter the glass. 

       The way they sweetly cut into the silver surface, 

         whispering poetry as they continue to slice.

          That's how he broke my heart; 

            slowly, 

               meticulously,

                  seducing with sweet lies, 

                    before I could take a step back and

                      realize what he was really doing

                       was dissecting my heart. 

                          Taking it piece by piece, 

                        until the whole thing was in sections

                      and would fall apart like the tender meat

                    slipping off the thick rib bones. 

                 Slip down into an abyss of loneliness, 

               further than when I started. 

            That's not way to treat someone you told you loved.

           That's not the way you say goodbye to someone

          you kissed goodnight so many nights, 

       it felt like we could repeat the scene forever. 

    That's not how you end this. 

  That's not how this is done. 

This is all wrong.