Little black flowers littered the grass
Once vibrant, now drooped to the dirt
I watched as they withered along with my soul
In the sand laid shards of broken glass
Our once perfect life torn to shreds
By your single mistake
That night the clock ticked
Louder by the minute
The lightning within my head crackled, as I was pelted
With thoughts of doubt and rage.
Our love was charred and demolished
The water whispered betrayal
The wind yelled unfaithfulness.
Each and every grain of sand mocked my vulnerability
Was I not enough?
Was I a weed, and she a rose?
Why did you pick her?
I was wounded
And as I healed, there you came
Running back as though nothing happened
The Moon watched, unable to help, as I ran across the
Back into my poison’s arms
There I stood, safe, yet vulnerable
The air fills with toxicity
My broken happy place is restored
And all is quiet.