Poetry From A Caged Soul

i cant quit

in my place on the bed

i can still trace

the outline of your sleeping form

the curtains still rise

in the shape of your embrace

the lights still leave

your shadow on the wall

in my place you are there

and you are not

i am not a love poem

i am an unfinished novel

left in an author's desk drawer

forgotten

among the other abandoned stories

pages torn out in frustration

coffee stains across the pages

they mix with tear stains

flip through my pages

and find roadmaps

to made-up places

crossword puzzles never finished

my plot isnt linear

it resembles the new york skyline

people come and go

faster than the breeze

i am the book you pick up

and are unable to put down

and you are the book

i never stopped reading

over and over

stuck on the same sentence

chapter

page

you are the addiction

i cant quit

the story i cant tell

the words i cant speak

and the love

i cant have