Extinguished

Never base joy on an picture

The truth lies in literature 

Images covering goodbyes

They paint a thousand words

but half of those are lies

A drop of sun on the glass

Hung on a wall that's been scratched

Bite marks and fingerprints hidden behind photos

as the glass shimmers and reflects a light so plastic it melts before it glows

Cracks covered with care

Cuts covered with smiles 

Pain under pretension 

And a knot too tight to unwind

Fireworks that went off unlit, it was a spark that brought us together

The soul I took a bullet for is the hand behind the trigger

With the pull of a finger, it fires as if we could never remember 

The last few minutes of December

Overshadowed by self-inflicted anger

While silhouettes nullify the nostalgic desire

Now just traces of ash from an ever glowing fire