Shadows fill an empty heart
as I keep clenching on the frame.
Two faces stare back at me,
one innocent and the other guilty.
I trace the tiny vibrant smile
and my fingertips swirl around her face.
I collect is old grey dust,
but I can’t seem to lure you out
or bring you to life once again.

Before the battle begins
I feel her presence hovering above me.
She surrounds me like a guardian angel
shrouding me from my naive, helpless self.
In the darkness,
her youthful face gives me warmth
like that of a fire.

exasperated once again i slam it down
the shards of glass cut into my pale skin
I bite my lower lip and look towards the horizon ahead
i keep clenching
clenching on the hope that the crimson sky will no longer be
reminiscent of her death
but there’s no hope in empty wishes like that
for the vibrate hue reminds me of the blood
the blood that was stained on the kitchen floor
the memory remains transfixed as clear as glass in my mind
the small hand of the clock had remained on the twelve
and the world around me just motionless

Before the battle begins
I feel her presence hovering above me.
She surrounds me like a guardian angel
shrouding me from my naive, helpless self.
In the darkness,
her youthful face gives me warmth
like that of a fire.

Years have passed away
and the memory has become distant.
Yet it’s not long forgotten.
People still stare at me,
Their soul piercing eyes in my direction.
But then it’s her voice in the distance
as i walk through the school halls.
She calls to me in her tranquil voice.
Although a mere whisper
I make out the words
One at a time
“I […]
Forgive […]
You”

Before the battle begins
I feel her presence hovering above me.
She surrounds me like a guardian angel
shrouding me from my naive, helpless self.
In the darkness,
her youthful face gives me warmth
like that of a fire.

The battle stops.
I have learned to forgive myself.
Forgive myself about her death.
It’s not my fault, I reassure myself.
It’s just the way life is.
Unfair,
Depressing,
But I can’t torture myself anymore.
I must accept her death,
and move on.
You can’t fight for someone who’s no longer on earth.
At least,
she’s up there with God.
While she’s sitting amongst the clouds smiling,
I need to figure out my tomorrow.