u/NeverAPoet112

Flip a coin, into the air.

However it lands, won't be fair.

One side death, one side destruction.

Both sides are ruin, that is their function.

Flip a coin, to see it land.

Watch your life fall apart, as it were all made of sand.

Whether heads, whether tails.

All that you've built, will surely fail.

Flip a coin, catch and check.

Who you once were, will turn to a wreck.

Then you will ask, why you did flip.

Surely the hurt, wasn't worth the trip.

Flip a coin, high as you can.

The loss you gained, wasn't to plan.

As it fell, back to the earth.

Your life fell with it, into the dirt.

Flip a coin, into the air.

However it lands, is only despair.

You needed time, that's what you said.

To sort all the feelings, and thoughts in your head.

Just as you asked, you were given time,

Just as if, you're looking for a sign.

Time, time, what more could you want.

Time, time, unaware of all you sunk.

Time, time, time draws near.

Time when you lose, all you hold dear.

You can't see, time taking its toll.

You can't see, while you sit there and scroll.

Time marches on, while you sit there in bed.

Time marches on, while I stand here in dread.

Time is the enemy, it will never stop.

Time is the enemy, as you browse through the slop.

Time runs out, as you sift through the lies.

Time runs out, as your husband dies.

What remains, only time will tell.

What comes after, will have gone through hell.

Something new, will emerge.

Someone reborn, back from the verge.

You needed time, that's what you said.

To sort all the feelings, and thoughts in your head.

Behold, The Heart of Stone.

Marbled, hard, bleached like bone.

Years of sediment, create its shell,

Resilient and tough, it can withstand hell.

Chips and cracks, cover the surface.

But never pierced, armor serves its purpose.

Behold, the sledge of deed.

No edge or tip, yet still you'll bleed.

A single strike, an astounding force.

Nightmare made real, a traumatic source.

Bits and pieces, scattered about.

The Heart of Stone, given to doubt.

What remains, is a broken mess.

Fragile, soft, and colorless.

Behold The Maker, strong and good.

Standing over, where the heart once stood.

Assured hands, beginning to stretch.

Reaching out, to heal this wretch.

Through ups and downs, through thick and thin.

Through highs and lows, and all our woes.

When you're here, and when you're gone.

When I'm sick, and my breath is drawn.

Whether near, or whether far.

Whether lost, but there you are.

Though we're poor, though we're rich.

Though I'm an ass, and you're a bitch.

They might jeer, they might applaud.

Two souls connected, brought together by God.

I will fight, until there's nothing left.

I will pursue, what was taken by theft.

Your heart is mine, and mine is yours.

Hearts that are bloody, beaten, and sore.

After it all,

I still love you.

The knife in my back, the knife in my heart. The two are connected, I'm unsure where they start.

A single blow, dealt with lethal precision. A fatal cut, sent at the tip of your decision.

Two wounds, intertwined. From back to heart, blood flowing like wine.

Where does it start, where does it end? All I can tell, is that it does not bend.

Two wounds, two blades. Two hurts, the knife is the same.

Who are you?

I don't even know.

I once did,

but that seems like ages ago.

I watched you fade,

like the morning haze.

I cried out,

but it was already too late.

You were gone.

Taken by another.

I ran after,

but you were faster.

You ran to him,

and away from me.

Too far away,

to hear my plea.

You lay beside me,

but you're miles away.

Stiff as a board,

refusing to sway.

You look right through me,

and I at you.

I don't recognize you anymore,

though my heart is still true.

Who are you?

I don't even know.