Misguided Hearts

Neatly braided futures tangle into knots
Promises shatter like the frail glass
Of the bottles she keeps sipping from
Drinking from
Gulping from
Dying from

Fire burns blue blood flows bright red
Stains pleather seats of the shiny black pony
Breaks screech to a halt
Tears are pushed through tightly shut eyes
She knows they’re both there
Waiting. Judging. Hurting.
She opens and braces for their hatred
Loneliness suffocates her from every angle
Autumn breeze teases her with the summer scents now forever gone

Pictures burn holes through empty pages of unfinished photo albums
Tan lines fade to hide the white flesh
Once protected by the ring he wore
He lusts. She loves.
He trips. She falls.
He lets go.
She firmly grips the agony that rips her apart.
The emptiness is the only remaining element
That reminds that once
If even only for a while
She was whole
He searches for forgiveness within his reflectionShe finds solace in the brokenness that bonds them