Gold

Those times when we were on a rough path.

When it was so hard to breathe during the aftermath.

As I felt myself swim in a bloodbath.

Blood that came from a broken heart.

It felt like it was an endless cycle.

My mind running around in a spiral.

Those nights when I tried to keep it together. I struggled.

I held my heart close to me. Brittle and fragile.

I now realized how much I gave.

How much I wanted to be saved.

I now realized as I lay in my own grave;

I cried tears of gold to save what I outgave.