SWEET
NOTHINGS
She
cried oceans when he left
bare
fourth finger looked up and stared
dress
of white silently wept
purity
was a now a matter for the dead
Such
was her pain she emptied her head
laid
out her gifts on sheets that bled
realised all she had given, all she had lost
opened
her splintered internal box
First,
she picked up her heart
trapped
beneath her chest
beating
solemnly in utter dread
every
ghost from past returned
mocking
at her, yet again,spurned
She
picked up time
counted
hours of her life
invested
in this one man
the
clock sighed
hour
upon hour of catering
whims,
arguments, celebrations
accommodating,
calculating, deliberating
to
this hour of decaying
She
picked up trust
rolled
it between her palms
sobbing
she clung
realisation stung remembering his charm
not a
qualm, she placed it in his heart
now
returned empty, dirty and dark
She
picked up her dreams
fragments
of her soul trapped within
chunks
and pieces floating away
every
wish denied lying betrayed
sweetest
song now another lie
his
words were cutting and clear
he
was saying goodbye
she
had been a distracting souvenir
the
real love was waiting outside
She
picked up love
its
creation turned to dust
precious
in its melancholy
reaping
nothing in vitality
unqualified
and demolished
internal
disruption forever her promise
winter
visits to reside in her hollow mind
she
clings to all that has gone before
snap
shots of beautiful opening doors
her
love served up for his main course
belly
full, his hard core flaws
benefits
of the spoils of war
still
she did not withdraw
costing
her everything, and then some more
She
placed them all back in her box
labelled it
DEAD
and
returned it to her head.