She cannot articulate the words to express
The pain that she clung on to so dear that was
Accompanied by such an ironic companion, isolation.
The pain was the only concrete truth in her
Abstract, illusive world heavily coated
By sweet, sweet lies.
The pain reminded her that what she felt was a
Stroke of concentrated passion, in such a passive world.
What she would give to show him everything
That doesn't meet the eye;
May that be enough.
The words exchanged carried my mind away
Into a far-off universe, where you and I embraced.
Where we both understood the
Misconceptions that plagued the hearts of
Souls lost in their own massive voids.
Where you could see all of the chaos unravel from
Inside of me.
My secret place where I offered the deepest
Depths of me, and let down a wall never once guarded
A wondrous abyss of truth and reason;
Depths no trespasser had ever ventured.
I was yours.
You were never mine.
But I will never forget what it felt to be in
Such a presence.
The taste of euphoria when you graced me
With your availability.
What a sight to see as the dawn breaks.
A beautifully broken soul that I would sacrifice anything for.
What an ache to endure for such slight moments
He was not the only delinquent.
What a travesty to see the scattered remains
Of a kind, foolish lover, who sought out
To unrelentingly love fractured things.
What a heavy heart that writhed in
Yet her circumstances produced
The same dead harvest,
No matter how much life she sowed
Into the fields whimsically salted by those who claimed her as
Her world didn't deserve to truly cherish her.
Submitted by Kayla Green