Always A Chameleon

 Now What?

Hear me,

Hear me.

I wail for you.

My heart is broken,

My love pieces fall in slow motion

I see every sliver,

I see every color.

Slowly they fall,

The pieces of my heart.

I hear them land.

Fractured by anger

On empty words wet with tears.

You hurt,

I hurt,

Now what?

Filed by notz at 12:43 pm under Poetry