it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Friday, November 4, 2011

crushed.

shaking hands & aching heart
i hold both out to you
but you turn away
into the rain

my streaming eyes
watch your long strides
stealing you from me

the beating ceases
organ freezing
before it bursts

fractured glass splinters
sprinkling to the ground
a waterfall of rubies
blending in
with the sound of raindrops

& dripping tears

invisible on the black pavement
floating along the gutters
trickling into the sewer

carrying my strangled cry
transposing it into
echoes through the underground
bouncing off stone walls

walls much like those i built
to surround me, protect me
before you knocked them down
& crawled into my core

dissected my fears
stomped on my hourglass
wrenched me from my
solemn introspection

& into your arms

yet now, here we are
you, disappearing into the night
& i,
pitifully,
screaming after you

as i sift through the sand & glass
letting it run between my trembling fingers
staring dazedly out
beyond my fallen tower

searching

for some shard of my heart
somehow left unbroken

to keep in a locket
around my neck

never to be offered

again

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