Your comfort was a folly, you see
ever-engulfing flames that seemed to exist on the water’s surface like Wildfire glowing ember green
trapping me beneath the horizons line – I’m
drowning.
Your comfort was conditional, you see
so long as my shoulders could bear the weight of you. so long as my back did not curve the blade you left within me. Growing 11 weeks, before dawning black and being expelled from my being.
Your words pulled tears from behind my eyes, and still I stood tall – so you could reach the pedestal you never deserved.
Your love was a farce, you see
the artificial flavors your words left in my mouth demanded a response- repulsion. And
the gaslit apologies you set ablaze at my feet Rob the room of air. I'm suffocating.
The dust has since settled in the place you once stood
absent.
My comfort was scared, you see.
Breaking protocols to let you over my castle walls & providing you with residency in the chambers I held sacred. The desecration left in the wake of your abandonment, glows melancholy blue.
But the sun glitters through the glass, projecting gleaming beads of color throughout. In the mirror,
my reflection moves with me, arms lifting to hold the broken pieces together. Tightening around the shards of glass, bleeding.
I’m sorry. I look over the scars and the wounds. I'm sorry.
My comfort is here, it’s me.
My breath catches, and time holds still for a moment. The air is sweet dripping with honey, and the sunlight washes over my skin
golden - like yours was once.
About the Creator
Jiuliana with a G
Just a 20 something year-old trying to bring joy back into her life with writing, creating, and expressing the slew of characters strung together in her mind.
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