Fair-Weather Love

…an adaptation of original poetry by Kaitlyn and Bentli


No words spoken
eyes sprayed in wings of dust
distance between stars growing wider.

The floor littered with signs
ONE WAY
Your way…or no way.
Just a confirmation that you've already left.

No more than a painting
created from destructive strokes.
My body radiates crimson…the blood you drew greedily.
And blue…the memory of clear skies we once touched together.

Why don't you see?
These laughs and smiles are fake.
And when uncovered,
The shattered pieces of my soul spill to the red tainted floor below.

Why don’t you bother to notice?
These tears are more than just random sadness,
…or some childish temper tantrum.
They are a death rattle
of part of a soul,
in the throws of profound loss.

I only wanted to be valued
as a precious piece of artwork.
Not discounted and invisible,
like the cup and spoon
that you throw away
after enjoying the ice cream.

If we can't at least talk about it,
and both of us listen,
then we don't have trust.

Without trust,
We have
Nothing.