Well i guess you can say this is sort of a poem and sort of a story. Part of it is my own real emotion and the other emotion is pulled from my imagination.
DARLING LOVE
Darling love
how is it you are so near but yet out of my grasp?
outstretched and extended my arms dance around this darkness
hoping for the slightest touch of you
as you walk past your sent caresses my nose
your eyes steal my sight
with your gaze ahead your hand pushes mine aside
my fingers gently grasp around your wrist
as they do your heat burns my fingertips yet your coldness cools them
as my fingers curl i try to become your other half
you stop abruptly
your nails dig into my skin as if its sand
tears blind my sight as i try to stare into your beautiful eyes
except those once beatuiful eyes are as black as night,
as dull as an old knife
my gaze turns down to the ground underneath my feet and your hand pulls free
my skin now underneath your fingernails fit in perfect
thats all i am, non living dirt
blood trickles down my fingers and gradually falls to the cold hard floor
staining it as you once stole my heart
my darling love,
this is not my love note
these are not just words
instead of sending you broken bits of my heart piece by piece
i thought i'd send it to you whole in this letter
-Jazman Julian
 Jazman-2 · Thu Sep 04, 2008 @ 05:58am · 1 Comments |
