Sapphires

I’m looking down.

Him, on bended knee.

His words drip like crude oil

and I don’t hear Him.

My heart is throbbing

but for all the wrong reasons.

Then I hear it…

“Marry me.”

Not formed as a question,

but made as a demand.

In his hand, a ring.

A ruby framed in gold.

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I miss when things were different.

I miss our conversations, aspirations…

I miss Him.

I miss loving Him.

But he’s changed.

Morphed into a monster,

a shark in my waters,

he waits for me to panic,

to bleed for him.

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He’s a stranger to me now.

I wonder if he would recognize me

on the street,

or in passing…

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But I’m sure he’s forgotten me

like how he forgot

I prefer sapphires…