Wonderland (a winter poetry collection)

Shallow Grave

Tonight I walk home,
Completely and utterly alone,
My shattered heart left in the snow.

Shredded like paper swans,
Like broken bonds,
And unexploded bombs.

Dangerous to the touch,
Careful or it will grasp you in its clutch,
Pain in my chest is too much.

My head is spinning,
A wicked smile in my head grinning,
This feeling absolutely dizzying.

I feel faint,
Like I could just break,
My body almost fake.

The night wraps me tight,
A cloak that swallows all light,
I can't tell if I'm wrong or right.

With every step, my mind sinks deep,
Thoughts I can't wake, thoughts I can't keep,
A wound so wide, I can't even weep.

Feelings of extreme life,
But sadness at the thoughts and the strife,
I was hoping, in 10 years, I might be your wife?

My legs are heavy,
Suddenly I don't feel so heavy,
I don't think I'm ready.

If I fall will you catch me?
Or have you already left with renewed glee,
That I can no longer call you at three?

If I collapse in the snow?
Will your stride even slow?
Or will the dirt cover me when the winds blows?

If this shallow snow becomes my grave,
Would you even wave?
Goodbye. Or even try to save?

Me?