Pieces of a Reflection

 I'm sucking the air from this borrowed time.

Getting intoxicated on the juice from your vine.

 

 Your breath was sweet before

But now it's a stench

 Because you've embodied my hate for this so called love.

I used to wear you like my favorite dress.

We were so beautiful together once.

 But you've become a scar that doesn't fade.

Haunting my pale skin

Pumping through my veins.

 I'm looking into this broken mirror

the one that struck me seven years.

 

 And all I see are pieces of me.

All the glue has dried and flaked away.

 There are no more pieces left

 No more for you to take.

But I won't forget the beginning

 When you used to get me drunk.

So I'll save those pretty stories

And take seven years bad luck.

Reviews

[Caleb]

Although this doesn't have any rhyme scheme, I actually like it and I don't really like any free verse. Well done!!! Bravo!

[Chenin Marie]

Well thank you and for taking the time to read.

[The Twin Arenas]

A grape, into wine, into something for only to cook.

[Chenin Marie]

Until you cook away all the alcohol and are only left with flavor, a taste you cannot rinse from your mouth.

[The Twin Arenas]

That wine ain't for drinking.

[Chenin Marie]

So you cook with it and develop new flavors. Wine is so complicated. This is so cryptic

[Chenin Marie]

Also, thanks for reading!

[The Twin Arenas]

You cook with it so burns up and gives new flavor to something worth devouring. That's what happens to a grape that turns to wine, that turns into something for only to cook with.