Time Change

My heart has been pierced by a knife,
It has shattered into a million little pieces.
The cold autumn air, normally welcome, has crept into the void and it chills me to the core.
I feel as I am a tree preparing for winter, shutting down,
shedding the leaves and fruit that were a part of me for a time, but no longer.
It's a fucking merry-go-round, this game called love.
Let me on, I want to get on,
get me off this thing, why the fuck did I want on?
It is always the smell of a man that haunts me, the smell of his flesh,
the warmth of his skin, the left side of the bed that now lies empty.
I ache, I cry until tears flow no more, I howl, I scream, and then I am silent.

Hopeful, in the very depths of me that somewhere, the light has not been extinguished forever.