it began.
it began
with you.
you crawled into
that dark space in
the center of my heart
so softly
so gently
as though I had crafted it
just for you.
moved all of my history
into a dusty corner
to make room for you.
you moved in
as though you knew
you would fit perfectly.
and you did.
what art we made
in perfect harmony.
what love we made
in perfect synchrony.
but.
like all earthly things
(which, I must admit,
I doubt you are)
it came to a close.
my heart refused to see
your darkness
until it was too late.
I succumbed to
months
of indecision.
months
of heartache.
months
of torment.
until finally.
finally.
I had the last word.
my past arrived from
that dusty little corner
and provided my heart shelter.
alone,
I created an ocean
to flood you out of
my heart.
my mind.
my soul.
and then.
I had just settled.
just tucked away my grief.
when he arrived.
how easily I transformed
that space
from green to red.
from you to him.
and all of the times you lingered.
all of the times I thought
you were gone for good.
you would creep back in
with bare feet tapping on my skull.
I just kept slowly and smoothly
replacing
thoughts of you
with
thoughts of him.
it was safer, I thought,
than drowning.
he kept me afloat
much more than I admit.
I knew.
I knew it would end.
somewhere deep inside
that space where I kept him
felt it
long before it happened.
but this time was
different.
there was no ocean
to drown myself in.
no flood
to wash you out.
and so I stood up.
I dusted that empty space.
I brushed off my bare bones.
and.
I moved forward.
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Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
