Little Bird Poetry

I loved you with my whole heart And you left it to the birds Picking and tearing and ripping it apart Claiming it to be in safe keeping Standing just close enough that no one else can walk away with it But making no effort to hold it again You stare at it as it rots and call out your own words of suffering You watch the vultures rip the sinews As you pluck your own strings singing in self pitied sorrow What a melancholy song you play At the expense of my suffering I walk with my chest empty Not being allowed to retrieve it Being told I'm the selfish for wanting to fix it And once again take the rotting flesh to breathe new life into it You never screamed Never hit me But you still left me empty I loved you so much it bridged the space you forced between us I'm ready to burn it Warm my cold hands that have been deprived of circulation I'm so sick of waiting for you to decide to be the man  You once convinced me you were.

 My hands are shoved deep in my coat pockets The wind cutting and cold I barely look up as the cars fly past Fingertips brushing something I pull it out Seeing it It hits me like the Greyhound flying by A simple piece of paper Your name bared across it Grief It is the only receipt that love leaves us The only proof showing that it ever existed Forming a sucking chest wound A whirlpool so strong it cracks my sternum Bringing me to my knees Reminding me of why I can't love like that again Gritting my teeth and spitting out the blood From biting my tongue so hard  As to prevent myself from speaking your name I let you in like a front door swung wide Greeting an unfamiliar guest Allowing you to walk in With no regard as to how you may redecorate Rearrange Clean up  Clean out I'll never again be the same Yet you'll never be here to see it

 I wake from the floor Rising again with the sound of the alarms Shaking my soul from its slumber I look out across the hazy room Running my fingers across the rough wood The dust of days before settled in the knots and cracks I find myself lost again In the cycle of love and loss I rub the fading dreams from my face Whilst I stand in front of the mirror Looking back at me are the same eyes you gazed into  Pulling me from my shell Telling me that you loved me Allowing myself to foolishly believe it These eyes that you looked into Like crystal gazing pools Seeing the parts that rippled, flowed and raged Yet never thinking it any less beautiful I am consumed again with the emptiness It weighs heavy on my soul Even when in reality It is nothing I loved you the way songbirds love the spring The way cicadas love the lull of midsummer It filled me like the rumblings of a distant train Rattling and reverberating within my rib cage I long for you like the sun looking for the moon in t...