2/30

It's hard when I don't have someone on my ass everyday to write a poem like I did last year. :(

Knock, knock
All you hear is a solid thud
as my heart has turned into cement
Blood courses through my body
I swim through it,
I see nothing but the vast redness.

As I swim further, the walls of my veins
have frozen and I feel nothing
It is strange to be inside your body
and feel nothing
A vast nothingness.

A cave resembling my empty chest cavity
echoes with memories of
lovers tagging walls
and etching their initials into the groove of my ribs
They are forever permanently stained where my heart existed

I use to believe that love will set me free
Instead freedom exists only within my heart, stained with my initials.

1/30 for 2011

Late post into the NaPoWriMo. Short one tonight. Got home late.

Every morning I wake up with a headache of you.
Showers become sifting explorations
Going under each and every memory
for a fault
a crack
a fissure
anything to indicate you would pick him
over me

but there are none. every stone is polished.
bright and deceiving.
all that is left are these bag of shiny pebbles you left me with
to remember by.
how i yearn to dump them all out.
instead, i keep my chest heavy.