Friday, December 10, 2010


I lay upon the stairs
That led to our room
Unable to take the final steps
The carpet scratches my cheek
Like your afternoon stubble
I never want to move
Up means facing our reality
And the empty bed
We once shared
Down would match my heart
And the way it spiraled
Through my chest
Seeing you with her
Tears burn
As the pages turn
On a story that you rewrote
Without my permission
Unlike anything we had planned
Ripping out pages of my dreams
I watch them float away as ash
From the rage that burns within me
You have ruined the fairytale of us

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