mirror the dead.

I hope your last nights were lonely
and remorse tortured your selfish soul.
I hope you wept as you thought
of the scars that run down my arms.
I hope your dying thought was of the burns
that branded my body.

I gave away your love,
I left it in the places we thought were sacred
where we visited day after day.
I killed the memories of us,
I drowned them 'til there was no sound
that triggered pain to run through my veins.
I murdered all your wishes
and tortured your desires with ease
I scorched the bed we shared
where I dared to bare my body.
I doused it in gasoline,
and fed a match to the mattress.
I choked on the smoke that concealed the remains of you,
my ex-lover.

I remained alone with the dead,
flying through foreign graveyards
and frightened by the holy decay.
I lurked through the uncertainty,
concentrating on the mumbles
and nearly confiding in the haunted.
You were rotting as I left,
I walked away from the torment
with poise, practically passionately.
I disguised the bruises with surreal satisfaction
because the only choice I had was to simply stand and fight.