can't talk about the superficial
let alone the deeper issue
so i leave all of the pain
in this tear soaked kleenex tissue
broken
by this impending dismissal
of Love
im falling to pieces
so unsteady
cant sleep heavy
with such a burdened heart
and such a heavy chest
my body is never at rest
tossing and turning in the night
trying to find comfort under this comforter
in the same spot where we conceptualized
our Love
never felt a premature spiritual attatchment
greater than this
life inside of death
who could picture it?
not me
not this
yet here i am
sick to my stomach
from swallowing these tears
so i wont drown in the misery
of never being able to bear the fruit of this labor
im sorry Love.
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