Black-eyed Hindsight

 

 

The day before Love died,

 

we screamed the walls into dust,

      put a vase through the TV,

           busted ten dishes

     and broke the toilet

                                somehow.

 

   Evidently, nothing changed.

          

                                                          And,

now that she’s

                           completely gone,

I can’t even remember

why we fought.

 

Feels like I’m bleeding  

                          from a twenty year old wound.

 

My only bandage was lost in the fire.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

I read this a few hours ago and now I've come back to face it again... I do love a good argument and never bother to get worked up about something unless it's with someone I care for dearly, but fighting is not Love, it is self-destructive and not even the day before can make up for it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A feeling of recession and astute boundless effort, though a lack of promise, a well though out and outstanding piece, well done, good read!

[Amy Bumpas]

Damn, you sure know how to paint pictures
with your words. I have falling down, and I don't want to
get back up LOL! Love this line:we screamed the walls into dust

Sadly, when we do fuss, we get so off the point that we wonder
what started it in the first place...we are silly humans LOL!!!

[Robin]

some say time is the 'healer' , sometimes I think time is more like 'What the F**k'

[emona]

that made me want to cry and "broke the toilet somehow" that made me laugh

[Vanessa Rico]

This was so sad and made me feel what you felt! Your words are always so beautiful to me!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This is bizarrely soft from you. The sudden hole left behind when you realise it's over, gone and lost for good.