February

Some collect hearts 

Just to shatter them

Crafting haunting

Mosaics

Of the carnage

Left behind

I watched you move

From one lover to the next

Like that bright glittery

Super bouncy ball

I liked to slam 

Against walls

Just to annoy you

You were content

Until they stopped feeding 

Your ego and addictions 

Believing in your lies

I know in the end

It caught up with you

Leaving you lost and alone

How frightened you must have been

Watching the sun rise and set

In the same dark room

Lit with the ember of your

Everlasting cigarette

Listening to sad music

And mind fucking 

Yourself Into oblivion 

I know your heart broke 

Swollen and bruised

Losing it's rhythm 

With each lover 

Left behind

Forgetting yourself 

Is impossible in the end

No matter how deep

You bury yourself

In another's skin.

~Amber C. Smith (2015)