Left Unsaid

There is no need to sever the atmosphere,
Which lingers like smog, between you.

Instead, swallow the bitter taste of fury,
Or let it lie stagnant in your heart, festering.

It will only grow tough, unshakable layers,
As it will not disintegrate.

Is anything better left unsaid?
Why don’t you put these fumes to bed?

You Weren’t The First

You weren’t the first. Perhaps if you were, it wouldn’t have cut me so deep. I wouldn’t have become so numb. I may have even found forgiveness.

So unexpectedly, you cut me out of your life, as though I was a jagged edge on a piece of paper. Something so easily discarded without a second thought.

For a while, I wondered, perhaps I did something wrong? I tried to make amends, but I meant so little to you that I wasn’t even worthy of a response. It dawned on me that I held no value in your eyes.

So when you walked back into my life, did you really expect me to have left that space inside my heart all warm, cosy, and welcoming?

I have grieved, I have found acceptance, and to save myself, I have lost my respect for you.

You weren’t the first.

You won’t be the last.

Fade Haiku

Like stars in the night,
We shine, so bright, that we just
Burn out, wilt, and fade.

In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #157 found here