midday thoughts

Empty Frame

The green photo frame that once held your face is gone.
Thrown to the hard ground in a fit of flaming fury.
The way glass shattered onto the road, the way it fell apart felt too known.
But it's gone.
Just like you.
The photo it once held is now just a painful memory of blank and white.
Oh god damn so many painful images burn in my head, I'll have to delete them tomorrow,
But tomorrow never comes.
And It's final now.
The world we once knew is dead because you'd rather be somewhere else and that's okay.
You made that decision though, you took that final step.
You threw all my words out the door and told me to leave.
You kicked me out without missing a beat.
You pushed me away for someone else who you claimed made you feel afraid.
You made your choice.
You dug your own grave.
You are an empty frame.
Don't worry, don't fret.
I'm going to fix that broken and shattered frame and fill it with a new photo.
A photo with people who won't leave.
And I won't make the same mistakes again.
I won't let you in again.
No.