Another Poem

Your tears stain the floor;
the living room now soft and black,
damp and musky with your sadness.

I am not he who did this to you.
You must remember this always.

Your sigh, the hitch in your breath,
takes all the air from the room.
Neither of us can breathe.
I choke on laughter that can no longer peal;
I see the first spark of interest from you all night.
Your eyes flash as I lie helpless.

To hold the pieces of your heart,
this is all I ask of you.
Even the crystalline dust,
embedded under my fingernails, in the palms of my hands.

I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOUR BROKEN HEART.
I will cut my wrists on the jagged edges
and scrawl a dirty “I LOVE YOU” on the bathroom wall.