Thursday, February 9

Burning with the intensity of war drums
Those syllables reverb
venom runs through my veins
Poisoning my heart
Could words extract this toxin?
Could apologies take away the pain?
I can do no right.
You push farther and farther
"It's nothing. It's nothing."
I never knew nothing to be so cold, my love
I would prefer nothing.
Indifference couldn't cut as deeply
Walls arise at unfathomable speeds
My name is distance
safety mechanisms rampant
The heart locks up: janitors turn out the lights, everyone heads home
Nothing is getting back in.
You're a stranger to me now.

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