Tag: losinglove

Tombstone.

Grieving you.

Mourning you.

You are not dead.

Grieving you.

Mourning you.

We are dead.

Grieving you.

Mourning you.

You live in my head.

Grieving you.

Mourning you.

You love me in my head.

Grieving you.

Mourning you.

I’ll let you go when I’m dead.

–S.

Drowning.

When love arrived:

Flowers grew in my heart.

Butterflies grew between my hips.

Diamonds floated in the ocean in my stomach.

A tree grew from my spine.

I never knew what it was like to feel a love, all mine.

Birds sang in my ears.

The aroma of roses permeated through my nostrils.

Bees left honey on my lips.

Sugar, sweet like your kiss.

When love left:

I slept with vultures in my bed,

I was the animal they circled thinking it was dead.

Butterflies turned into moths at my feet.

Bitter tastes replaced all of the sweet.

The flowers in my heart shriveled up and died.

The bees flew away.

The tree from my spine uprooted itself and fell.

I felt the pain mark its way down to every vertebrae.

The birds singing into my ears drowned with me in the ocean of emotions residing in my stomach.

They buried me six feet under,

Using my screams to replace the sounds of the thunder.

–S.

Still.

I believe if you squint just right, you can still see us off in the distance, loving and laughing, fighting and kissing, sharing and giving.

In a parallel universe, or a sister life, we are still one, even though in this life, what’s done is done.

Off in the distance, look there, squint and wait for the light to hit just right, you can see my head on your shoulder.

And it’s still on your shoulder when I close my eyes at night.

–S.