Extinguished

Never base joy on an picture

The truth lies in literature 

Images covering goodbyes

They paint a thousand words

but half of those are lies

The sun's reflection through it's glass

Hung on a wall that's been scratched

Bite marks and bandaids hidden behind photos

as the glass refracts light so plastic it melts before it glows

Cracks wrapped with care

Cuts hidden behind smiles 

Pain under pretension 

And a knot too tight to unwind

Fireworks that went off unlit, 'twas a spark that brought us together

But the soul I took a bullet for, now the hand behind the trigger

With the pull of a finger, it fires as if we could never remember 

The last few minutes of December

Overshadowed by self-inflicted anger

While silhouettes nullify the nostalgic desire

Now just traces of ash from an ever glowing fire