Within me,
dwells forgiveness
along side an
endless devotion, the best half,
I thought was a
part of me.
He lingers,
caused discomfort
questioning happiness,
hovering cloud of new hues
harping at me,
coerced answers painted by numbers.
Broken by
betrayal, awoken at wake,
his beautiful
beloved, flowing black cascades
gracing this
earth on broken wings, her mortal angel.
Our years,
layered endless kisses of hello and goodbye, lacking passion filled locked lips
trailing side by
side footsteps, blanketed nightly cold foot caresses,
frost bitten
indifference crushing fugacious blossoms of lust.
Wide eyed,
crying, thrashing claws tearing my soul
excruciating,
numbing, ears ringing
sounding alarm
for the death of discontent.
Chaotic
chambers, deeply running crimson
suffering lack
of dissipated remorse,
resenting
disconnection of our connection.
His energy, brush
swirling bits of precious color,
carbon- set oil
paint, canvas of my being, existent,
darkest soul, my
bountiful beating heart.
My final
goodbye, withered feelings blown weightless
opposite
direction of my flowing heart, chosen path
believing, the
best half of me, saw a dire death, do us part.
Gripped hands,
chasing momentum
faded strokes of
endless adoration, wanton cheeks germinating seeds of fervor,
visiting his
tomb of bouquets, draped in memories of us.
Morbid reality, sharply
striking,
piercing truth-
forsaken and forlorn,
my eyes stinging
salty recognition, moment of deja vu.
Vivid gazes, wandering
stranger
soul searching
pure relevance, but none found
no denial
witnessing death, only a stranger, then I knew for sure.
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