I Feel Like a War-Torn Country (REVISED "The Day After")

Brushing my hair, I swiftly sheaved bedraggled tired strands into a band,
And mirrored I saw the three glaring spots on my forearm
Where my skin screamed in protest
At your strength battling mine.
But a break-up breaks us up
And I nearly snapped
entirely.

Outside, it froze unfeeling and foggy, the trees dipped in white-out and I
Thought it appropriate for such a day to see and feel nothing
When you vanished like foliage to frost
From my heart's lush garden
Leaving only bruises
To keep me alive.