Running out of patience ( Read this Poem with Agitation)

“You’re too driven by emotion”,

Too driven by emotion?

The last syllable from his lips

brought prickling needles to my cheeks.

How dare he, who sips

on problems of the weak.

The window caught your gaze.

He, I believed like me, the same.

Postured pretending,

as our connection frayed.

Decided to look back at me,

Burning, from blue flames.

My eyes sweet mahogany caught

As tendril flames grew hot,

Clenched fingers I see clear

He with empty blue eyes

that once held oceans,

dry. Blank pages I

will never write

For him.

Consumed,

ashes

silence