Poetry

Nestled deep into my chest,
my heart beats slow.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Breathe life into me again;
With the sensation of your warm lips on mine,
A taste like cinnamon in the summer.
Sunshine warming our face,
Melting our hearts into a single pot,
Merging our souls like a twin star.

You are nervous of how one may perceive you. 
How they might react to your touch, your words.
They may flutter like a feather tickling the inside of their tummy,
Or they may recoil into their shell in which you first found them.
There is uncertainty in their forgiveness.
Forgiveness may rain down on you in rays of light, sounding the church bells.
Forgiveness may obstruct your heart and pull you down to the pits of uncertainty.
And in the unfaithful hour of the night and dusk of the lingering day,
Your heart may race with the ticking of the hanging clock.
Tick tick tick tick
Almost at an unsettling rate
Tick tick tick tick
A sound you can’t get out of your brain
And if memory may serve you correctly, you’ve been here before
You have been down this path where the ticking almost never stops,
Only the temporary fading, in and out, like a runners breath,
Like a therapeutic session, breath in, breath out.
This path, the one in which time seems to blur in motion, is the path
Set onto heart break
A path that you can be lost in for years.
Hearts break away like a dropped puzzle.
A few pieces barely clinging to one another.
A few more scattered across the floor 
The nervousness in which one may perceive of you. 

Oh my dear,

Your smile has always been as bright as the sun itself

And your hair has always been curly and thorough.

You seem to be in pain on the days I see you so I always pray you have good health

And when I say I love you, you don’t know what to do, so you back into your rabbit burrow

And stay there, making no noise, which I consider great stealth  

Oh my dear,

you keep a smile on my face when I become unconfident in my path

You create a world to merge with mine so I won’t be alone in this very dark age

I never understood why you said the things you said in your unrelenting wrath

but i'm willing to start anew with you and turn to the next page

until you are ready I hope you can figure your problems out as quick as you can with math

Oh my dear,

You love the sound of my cries

and the echoes of death

Oh how you love when my hair is dyed

And when I run out of breath

Shame on you, for you were the fool. All along I knew I was stepping on the mines.

Oh, my dear, lovely sorrows.

Did you love me?

Truly love me?

Because the words that flow from my mouth

like falling flowers in a spring breeze

Seem to catch a flame when you look my way.

Your eyes do not match the emotions of my own.

My desire for you is unwanted but unwavering

Yet it is not enough for you.

When I fall into your words like a waterfall,

You discard them,

When I swim and bask in your voice like a bee in pollen,

You stare with such unfamiliarity.

When I bear my feelings for you like an ink splattered page,

You tear the page off and shred it.

To what do I owe the pleasure 

Of being tortured by the negligent behavior of my beloved?

To where do I pay my offerings to be able to serve you,

What sacrifices must I make to shed my layers and enter your

Domain?

Is it me? Or have you had these walls to protect yourself?

These walls, cannon-proof and non-climbable,

Bother me more than the empty looks gifted to me by you.

Tell me what I have to do to get close to you?

To be praised by you,

To steal your attention from where it isn’t due?