I step into the shadows of the truth,
back to my memories.
There are crows at every corner,
their wings glisten in the darkness.
I remember spotting you
across the wooden hallways.
Your face somber
as a soldier
after the breaking.
We split like icebergs
in a charcoal sea,
never to meet again.
Tears streamed down my face.
Our galaxy of stars
faded there, forever.
You were my dark psychology.
The sharpness of your love,
its rusty taste of shrapnel.
The danger of our passion,
it was the sweetest war.
It was long ago.
But I cannot forget the pain
I poured my heart into.
I cannot sit here, and pretend
that my soul is fully cleansed.
Even years after the breaking,
I am not as whole as I was
before you.
Facing the facts
is a constant source
of suffering.
I realize that now, as I see
a shadow
of my former self.
I realize that now, as I cleanse
my current one.