Trophies

You're the rusty gold necklace lying dead against my chest,

weighing down all my efforts to raise my head above this tidal wave.

Your name lost its meaning, but your existence influences every kiss I give another.

You're the burning goodbye letter,

sad words full of hurt and regret engulfed in the flames of this toxic love,

and while I try to comprehend how you knew so well how to break my heart consistently,

I'm slowly exhaling the smoke that lingered from your last farewell that caused my soul to turn into stone.

You're the winter sweater, fitting me perfectly like the thick skin I always needed more of.

And when I outgrew you without intention or awareness,

you broke the moth-eaten fabric keeping us together,

forcing me to cut the final piece of hope I had at finding a heart worth staying for.