4/4/09

Continents

Sometimes your distance
your silence
when you throw my imperfections on my face
the same you used to love not long ago


When our words become battleships
and torpedo one another with deadly accuracy
or simply when you pretend I'm not there
and I pretend to be strong


When I no longer know which way is up
and I have nowhere to run to
I walk and walk some more
not knowing what to do


Wishing to evaporate in sighs
or dilute in the bath tub
letting this broken heart bleed to death
leaving a Goya on the floor
letting go

1 comment:

Miss A said...

When a heart is broken…the sigh, sometimes deafening, is the only thing that keeps the sorrow and pain from not only evaporating you, but it can also keep your very own breath from choking the life out of you ~ *sigh*

Beautifully somber post...as always, keep writing.