As the summer loses connection with the daystar,

Our hearts fall into hibernation

Each chamber filled with ice

Fleeing from the last ray of sun held by September

Priming for you to care a little earlier

It started as a bump in the road

Then things formed into a furuncle

So infectious, from the inside out

Detaching the heart

Leaving a careless blood trail

The mirage after a long summer,

Red carpets in which we could’ve walked together

Perhaps though,

You reach your point

Dealing with broken thoughts,

Broken people

Letting go of things that wound inner peace

This has been an ongoing thing

It’s become so toxic

Eventually,

you are a subject of abuse

Using me although I no longer get you high

Perhaps though,

Sobriety isn’t subsequent in this matter

Maybe there could be a way to go back

A way to change things

Before we were subject to change

A way to save ourselves

Our sanity

Maybe a time heist

Unknown destinations drove us mad

Every great poet is a thief

And such a way you had with words

My words

Oh how we crave to be right

You want your way

And I want mine

Often so

It tore us apart

We don’t speak the same language

Sometimes deaf-mute

Holding up signs we can’t explain

Holding in feelings that have become apocalyptic

The truth,

Making hearts scornful

So apoplectic

Summers now your favorite season

Always on route to the next destination

No actual sense of where you’re headed

Just knowing the grass is greener

That it’s far from here

That there is a peace

Daydreams,

A current mechanism of coping

A way to escape the trauma

Maybe a heart needs truth

Something to provoke the healed feeling

An honest scar

Knowing it did hurt

Now seeing a butterfly from a higher perspective

A different light,

remembering when they made you smile

And the pain when they flew from your fingertip

It reminded you of you

You could never hold blame

You blamed your craftsmen

But it was your idea

To create the torch that the flame would burn in

We began to doubt if everything was really worth it

I still loved you through the words you gave

Even the lies in a bow

I never cared to mortify you

If we planned it right we could’ve seen a rose

I give space

We fall out of orbit

Nothing of how we planned it

Now making way for something better

Having to come to this

Sometimes words have no power

But goodbyes weigh on both ends

Sometimes all isn’t enough

Those four letters

I tried running

Wasn’t fast enough

Now the soul can cope

And feelings can be cut loose

Hopefully,

All the grains of this can wane