Quiet Ramblings

Love falls from my fingertips

Love
falls off my lips
in branches and sticks,
landing before your feet.

And
you find pleasure
in snapping them right
underneath your feet,
relishing in the
crunch of my
once growing love.

So
I learnt.

Love
winds around me
in spider silk,
grey threads I spin
round and round and round.

You
tear through them
and my heart
falls apart.

Now

Love
stays locked away
inside a steel chest,
buried underneath
debris and debris
of my collapsing heart.

And
you can no longer
touch me,
hold me,
find me.