Pieces that I’ve collected,
All that’s left of you lingers,
They’ll never be connected,
Plucked away by thin fingers.
I’d have given anything,
Just to feel your warm embrace,
To feel our hearts opening,
As I gazed upon your-face.
It would’ve been heavenly,
Standing in the rain kisses,
Instead hearts fall heavily,
And all that’s left is pieces
Mercy, I beg forgiveness,
For loving you too deeply,
For being so defenceless,
Guarding my heart so feebly.
I chased your heart recklessly
So I did this to myself,
But you can’t go blamelessly,
Just leave me upon a-shelf.
True, I loved you heart-and-soul,
I opened my heart gladly,
But you feared to lose-control,
Now all I ask is mercy.
Weathered the storm amassing,
And we held our heads aloft,
Still think of her in-passing,
And everything that we-lost.
What we had was genuine,
But you let it fade away,
Now it seems so saccharine,
Was it always just child’s-play?
Every word meant sincerely,
To yours my heart was tethered,
Left with regret severely,
Now all I feel is weathered.
Wedded to those ideas,
To love and light and restraint,
All those things the devil-fears,
Can chip away like old paint.
Loved you almost instantly,
Guided by unseen forces,
Followed a mute symphony,
My heart dragged by wild horses.
Headlong into tragedy,
My heart left cold and jaded,
It was all just fantasy,
That one day we’d be wedded.
Easy to write poetry,
When you’re in love and stupid,
Wore my heart like jewellery,
Until it wasn’t suited.
I dreamt of you beforehand,
Together in a garden,
Lying in our holy-land,
Letting go of life’s burden.
The sun falling serenely,
It’s warm and slightly breezy,
The birds churping obscenely,
I wish it was that easy.
Lover, dreaming endlessly,
Of someone brusque who nurtures;
Someone that loves carelessly,
Through the past and all futures.
Your eyes deepest evergreen,
Your hair a long rich raven,
A soul pure and crystalline,
Your heart a home and haven.
A flutter, small explosion,
Someone who’s beauty inspires,
Who’s kindness heeds devotion,
Gives me reason to respire.
To be one and everything,
My heart my wife and mother,
Souls forever tethering,
Not just another lover.
Maybe just an afterthought,
Coyly testing the waters,
No rhyme to get overwrought,
Just my heart alone sought-yours.
On its face was robbery,
How then was this debt incurred?
This disdain and mockery,
That left me thusly injured.
Ever be there recompense?
When will that fateful day-be?
One day it might make-some-sense,
Til then it’s just a maybe.
Unread my heart unknowing
Left only with pure longing,
The pain inside outgrowing,
And watered every morning.
Did it all mean anything?
Some secret vital lesson,
Trying but I never-win,
To make this pain a blessing.
Thought about you everyday,
Today and on my deathbed,
All those words we’ll never-say
My poems too go unread.
Faintly, your form perseveres,
A slight echo still persists,
Your shadow cast dissappears,
But a piece of you resists.
Still I go on pretending,
That one day you will return,
What we had was unending,
And not yours alone to-spurn.
Lies I cling to desperately,
And even more so lately,
Pleas to God for clemency,
Fall on deaf ears so faintly.
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