I used to bicker and snicker over the pain
of a woman who cried herself dry and numb
for a love and a passion that could’ve lasted
till her last whimper.
Little did I know that I would be sitting here
with fire melting the ore into a molten metal
that will soon become the blade of my veins,
reminiscing and regretting a love that ended quicker
than the timespan between two lonely love stains.
Little did I know that I would be sitting here,
thinking and writing and thinking –