I Am Not The Girl

I was a girl
who was left behind,
after two years,
by someone
I thought I would spend forever
looking forward to.
But I am not that girl.
I am not what happened to me.
I am not my tragedies.
I am not the girl
you burned to the ground.
I am not the girl
whose embers you danced in.
I am not the girl
who was left,
after two years,
by a man with fire in his heart.
I am the woman
who rose from the ashes.

The Finality of Moments

Its a moment of weakness;
when I let myself forget
for a moment
that you’re not worth missing,
I make myself remember
for a moment longer
the cold, hollow certainty of the words you spoke:
“I just don’t care anymore”.
rolling off a liar’s tongue
between the smooth, stone planes of an impassive face.
An endless loop of paper-thin moments
strung up along the crumbling walls of my mind;
in picture frames inside a love burning to the ground.
& suddenly I find strength in the finality of ashes.