JUST A LITTLE VENT POEM:
My head spins as though my mind were a carousel.
Heart ripped in halves, both sides walking to different paths.
It bleeds, though I feel numb. Perhaps I’ve gotten used to pain.
But what is pain without love?
My, love what are you to me after all these years that flew by like doves?
What were we as Father Time died under the tombstone?
My heart sings a hollow lullaby, singing me goodnight.
It sings a melancholy song, wailing for its other half.
You fill me like toxin and pierce my chest with thorns.
It does not hurt, though the visuals are gruesome.
I trust you.
I trust that it will not kill me.
My own wings fall apart, leaving me without my mask.
I am no hero nor villain.
My love, what am I to you? A mortal who wanders around an empty fantasy?
Where is thou King without Queen?
Golden tears without the moon?
What shall be my unspoken melody that sings you to bed?
Is this a dream?
My eyes are awake, though eyelids still sleep.
You taste like coffee, brewed to keep me up all night.
Sugar and milk stirring inside the mixture between our bonds.
Caramel macchiato, you taste too sweet for me to handle.
My words, unfilled.
I leave fate to decide my answer.
