We lay our souls bare for the ones we love,
Our skins a red carpet into our hearts.
We treat them like VIPs,
Yet we are just carpets to be trampled on with spiked heels and boots.
Our tears are their cheers as on to the next they move,
As we are left reeling in pain,
Burnt by the heat of our stars.
We are left shrivelled,
Discarded like the petals of roses we threw at their feet.
Love will burn inside you
Then burn you up until you are a shell.
Your heart will turn into bitter ash
Whose particles shall swirl in the winds of desperation
Then be blown away into the sands of time.
Nothing will remain
And the wind shall sing the song of lament at the burial,
The funeral of a love that once made a heart beat fast.
Potentash 2016.
