It's not that I have forgotten you
It's just that when you left & closed the door behind you,
I ripped open my chest
& hid the key beneath my ribcage
That way I could remember how painful it was to love you
And not to go back
So quietly, the night comes...
And there is nothing to hold you but the stars
They cradle you like hope
Lying to you in whispers
The stars speak of halos you will never hold
They mimic possibilities that have no arms to embrace you
The arms that are painted so delicately
that they hang in limbo to a tune that only God knows
So when fingers reach for comfort...
When my soul cries out like empty wombs...
There is nothing but chaos...
Deep breaths with no where to exhale
Twin towers that want nothing to do with the ground
Oh, my love...
There is nothing more complicated than the heart
you find in the depths of my flesh
Nothing more complicated than the critic you find on my tongue
when I write you
But there is no ending
Just run on sentences like...
Please don't let me go I need you...
"I am a LIFE REPORTER, but for short, you can simply call me a poet."