Perpetual emotions.

Regret

Trees grow out from the spaces between your ribs

Explosions upon explosions fall faint in your eyes

You allow vines, like veins to spread across skin

Stealing away the possibility of you and the skies.

Taking life from you, like pulling apart the beads on a bracelet.

As your body pulls closer to the hungry mud

I wish I’d told you my love was a flood.

But now the flood falls from my eyes

Repetitions of old grief hidden away in a broken jar

Screaming sonnets of adoration, unwritten and dead.

My love, my love could only stretch so far

So I wish I could have told you my love was a fire

That it was a flood,

So I could wash away the mud.

Come back to my grasping arms

As I remember your old whispered words

“A hopeless lover never harms”

And I believed you.

But this hopelessness will be the death of me.