my Heart...
lay littered where darkened souls make rest
dodging pitch forks and stones
dancing over coals away from staring eyes
changing hues, blending and dormant
trying to stay frozen over, slowly dripping
boiling puddles, remnants of memories still freshly sinking
disfigured shadows breaking the surface
stretching and reaching for company
gesturing to a dark solemn seat next to theirs
sitting in past and present disappointments
they have piled up nicely
the future is but a fairy tale told to keep us here
to keep us waiting, wanting, longing for
that touch
dreams, doing nothing but reminding you of what you lack
accentuating the presence of the hole within
as people step through it, a thoroughfare
a passage into somebody elses happiness
my Heart...
stay beating, faint, but steady
an armor of hope draped around it
pointed fingers and smirks appear on otherwise emotionless faces
enjoying this heroic drama, partial comedy
the hero dies at the end
taking notes of the rise to climax
and the fall from euphoria
onto jagged rocks that break the skin
and hook down the soul
preventing the second wind and the rise
successfully stomping morale
my heart...
a battlefield of sorts
faded memories come back to beat in its walls
till the red runs dry, black and blue make their new home
suffocating, asphyxiated on its knees
reaching up with glazed eyes
determined to keep up the shattered hopefulness of the ignorant
the naive, too young to know better
too old to turn back
my heart...
smoldering in a pile of lost dreams and beats
cracked bones and broken smiles
clenched fists trying not to let go
faint breaths, keeping the lungs filled
trying to scream the pain away
trying to cry the hurt into the ground
to save for a later day
I step outside, ending the day spent in my head
thinking, she kissed me like she loved me
looking up and muttering, of course it would rain...