Today, something left. ‘Enough’, it muttered, Got up, And strode purposefully out of my life.
Oh, the things they tell you. I was told to look on the brighter side. I was told the heartbroken couldn’t get the heart broken. I was told not to believe everything I was told.
Sleep close with me and dream deep There are stories waiting to be told Your eyelashes write upon my cheek Songs that are yet uncomposed
I dare not speak her name for fear that it may break When sound collides with air. The idea of her is the most resilient, Yet most frail thing in my universe.
Love beckons, bare-bosomed Draped in lust-woven silks sutured with desire She seduces my wants and weakens my will. Sleep extends a plump arm of comfort Drawing my weary frame into a rare embrace I retreat into the dark cradle of her chest and make no sound.
Gullible child who believed you were loved It was an illusion; desperate self-deception You deserve this disappointment. Welcome now your heartbreak. Sensible, mature woman? You choose abandonment And what after all, is there to love in you? You carry the unbearable weight of all that can go wrong It is only the truth. It makes […]
Her name means ‘rebirth’, ‘resurrection’ She killed me, believing She could bring me back to life. She forgot, she was dead herself.