The sweetest yes my heart skipped some pulses,
horses raced through the veins to my eyes,
sporadic images of lips, processed kisses, feel, enjoy, repeat…Despise.



Disguise the laughter with open eyes transfixed in mine I saw some lies
They paralyze oh even deeper,
If I cannot find her amidst the fields then how am I my lover’s keeper?



I fell for weeks inside a chasm of broken glass orgasmic pain
Stained my sweater it kept getting wetter with every shard that kissed my skin.



But I don’t scream I stand true to pride, my heart isn’t broken it’s in denial
and if I could I would steal her smile, to glimpse on these rainy days.



Leaves etched a sad story,
from the tree I sat below,
and caught the rain in my mouth and eyes for reasons I do not know.



Thought…waves…empty graves her voice did call from far away
Turn around….scream….blade….gleam….Stabbed her name into the tree
Sap poured out if blood it would hurt,
Steel ripping into the center of birth
Delight….Sleep…Voices….dreams…
Sporadic images of lips…Dead fingers grip….She was less to me than it seems.

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