Silver

Silver circles

Outlining your name

Not a heart

Hearts break;

Circles go on forever.

I crumple the paper in a flush of rage

As I usually do when I

Find myself

Doodling your name

Again.

But silver...

Why silver...?

I had to go find the silver pen;

It wasn’t easy.

So why silver?

Maybe you can tell me.

Wait.

Never mind.

Forgive me for thinking

You actually cared.

Ha.

You?

Caring?

Only in your nightmares.

But I picture them;

Your nightmares;

Outlined in silver

Maybe that’s why

Silver...

Silver...

It comes to my mind

When you’re already

On it.

Silver...

Silver...

Razors are silver

You were always warning

Telling me I’m worth more than that

Telling me it’s bad

But so are your addictions

It’s just the fact that

I can hide mine better

Not my fault.

But, no

That’s not it...

Silver...

Silver...

Any ideas?

I can’t help;

All my ideas are silver.