The sweet nothings are now nothing,
The limited vibrant colour over my dark canvas came to a lifelong halt,
The words shared at the end row of the public transport turned to dust.
The blue gloss paper we shared, turned out to be me,
Torn and blue.
The drafts, deleted, never to be restored,
Tears tattered over during the final straw.
The rules broken like the faults over my heart from the yearning of you.
The sunlight shut by the windows,
Rusted to never to be touched again.
The kinship taken as a lovely beginning,
Turned to be a brutal ending,
With a story too hollow for narration.
A heart too caught up with itself to mourn over the loss of its life.
-