x Jilted x
Your kitchen sink; full of solitude.
A shattered vase lies mercilessly in this hollow wilderness.
You would rather see the flowers die in this toxic purgatory.
My burning heart; a discarded harvest.
My stormy soul; lacerated by your breadknife tongue.
You've left me cold, like an unshared cigarette after sex.
Bereft like a forgotten drawer, full of cheap receipts.
Shredded like confetti, without the wedding.
Jilted like a thief on the run.
Your love; the intoxicated event without the ticket.
Promises buried in the thorns of a twisted wasteland.
From familiar, to strangers in a breath, like ghostly passers by through hospital corridors.
The ashtray's ready for fresh stubs and many more tears.
I should be used to fading alone.
The bells no longer ring out here.
x JJE x