Unalone

A poem about breaking up

I loved the way his eyes crinkled up just before he smiled. 

I loved the way his torso rippled more in the moonlight. 

I loved the way his sedative lips cherished all the loneliness out of mine. 

Too rare fleeting glimpses of these left me listless, bruised and intoxicated. 

I was watering a camellia that was actually a succulent. 

I was rolling down a sand dune, only to find it was an icy mountain. 

I was dressed in a red satin diamond studded gown only to see painters overalls in the mirror. 

I fed the crinkled eyes, moonlight moments and lonely-less lips until the hurt blossomed large and I fell against the cactus, wept in the snow and dreamt of myself in overalls in a casket. 

Till I began to love again. 

I felt my nose scrunching up before I smiled. 

I danced when I saw my reflection in the moonlight. 

I felt my lips curve into a smile when feelings of loneliness sprouted. 

For that's the gift I gave myself. 

Knowing I can be alone, happy in my own skin. 

Unalone.