You tried to tame this wild life, and it fought unfairly, as feral things do.
The current was rough and the tide consumed you;
Discarding your remains in vomit
And one day a stranger called you from the sky
or the soil
or the sea;
And you were warm on her skin;
And you sang her to sleep.
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There’s a poem in me today; I know it. There’s a poem about a smile which makes my chest ache and a corpse somewhere that barely resembles a body and a loss that I’ll never truly know.
There’s a poem in me about a man that scares me and a nervous response that I regret each time it forces my face into a smile.
There are novels in me about lives unlived and restless staring at a blank sheet of paper as the stories fight amongst each other instead of preserving their selves.
There are worlds in me that you’ll never know and souls that I will never touch and lovers that will never meet without me.
And yet I file away at the edges of the days until they are dull and blunt.
I thought we met in spring,
but it was already autumn.
Your affections fell away
to rot around me;
plucked by the cooling wind.
My novelty faded
with the first breath of winter’s night;
Familiar streetlights guide me back
to my lonesome world .
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Your number erased.
Roused from the sweetest nightmare;
Weighted lungs are free.
Heavy lids on green eyes on grey matter.
Bitter tongue and burnt fingertips.
Hollow thoughts and weak limbs.
A full mind and an empty phonebook.
A life I miss.
And a series of lives I couldn’t.
Brief interlude ends;
Too soon you’ll be a stranger.
Former life resumes.
In the steam I breathe
on the frosty leaves;
From the first morning light
through the wakeful nights;
Through my panic and fear
in this season of cheer;
There you aren’t .
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You were a sunny day with a cloudless sky;
An afternoon spent in the shade of an old oak;
The feeling of cool grass underfoot.
You were the tension in the air;
A storm that refused to break;
Dark and heavy and inevitable.
You were one raindrop at first.
Then ten thousand.
You were a home without walls.
You were a home.
You were my home.
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I went to watch you work.
I sat and watched you look away.
The broken glass you left in my chest shifted a little;
Then settled back to gentle discomfort.
Just an echo of grief .
Just an image of you.
Just a shadow of me.
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Withdrawing from you is like the oxygen has been pulled from the air. Heaving in another useless, lifeless breath, wishing to just suffocate already and get it over with.