In a room with those I believed I loved, the fullness of the room failed to seep into my empty heart
The air was a stuffy mess: a jumble of thoughts and words and feelings
which I took no part in.
Lips afraid to part, nose afraid to flare, hands afraid to move and feet afraid to dance I sat
still like a statue, marble and arsenic craving to tint my heart.
And in my dazed state I found his still eyes biting into mine.
A frown kissed his eyes and lips like a lover about to part
his eyes held the world
So empty yet so full, blank, protrudent eyes held mine, held secrets, held us.
Twinkling stars and swirling planets, cobbled streets and curling rivers, jumbling limbs and swollen hearts, tear-streaked cheeks and blistering feet,
it all blinked back at me
And as his bust sat on the pillar
a mere memory of who he was told the story of a man
who bathed in blood and silver flashes
or one whose soothing hands calmed that of a patient's pain.
The statue of a riddled man who held the world shrunk away
as a hand was thrust before met shake, and a chirping conversation was ignited
And as I lost myself in bubbly I didn't wish to sip, conversations I didn't wish to have, cheeks I didn't wish to kiss and food I didn't wish to swallow
The man who held the world frowned back at me.
