this is all there is left
dear r:
many things begin with sex
and i understand that we might
never value love in the same way
loving you was
not something i learned
it was just something i knew
and you extracted a
concentrated love from my heart
to emolliate the collapse of
your failed heart beat
you seized my heart
with open hands and
called me a benefactor
always approaching
never arriving but
orphic and precarious
this is all there is left
now, two pages of words
and some burnt images
in my mind you
chose to fly away
my heart bleeds while
time ticks away
this is all there is left
and i am done with it
i want you to pause the
cogs and gears inside
your mechanical heart
to reflect on what
has been given : a
philanthropic bandage
on a wounded lonely heart
i continue my life
i survive
JANEisnotplain 11.1.08
