I simply reached a point
where I was tired of my 
heart hurting over you.

Tired of the nights where
my mind whispered your name
over and over though I could
never forget it, and my eyes
grew black and blue from tears
shed and lost sleep. 

Tired of your memory haunting me,
taunting me with false hope
and dreams my fingertips brushed,
but could never fully reach.

It hurt enough to drive me crazy.

Tired of the flowers that
grew from my soul,
nurtured from the light of you,
so beautiful that it hurt
to look at them,
so, I ripped them out.

And I bled. God I bled,
and bled until the tub
around me ran with it,
changed color with my pain.

And then, I could close
my eyes again, and sleep
without your ghost
hovering around me.