I stand on the shore of it.
Miles of shoreline stretches
Wave washed debris littering its lengths.
White caps rolling in.
Birds, predator and prey, ride the winds, searching.
And the view I see is daunting.
Eerily inviting.
Comfortingly too big to comprehend.
And yet!
I can feel the grains of sand, gritty, between my toes… and in my teeth.
And the breeze off the water smells of yesterday’s tears and tangles tugging at my brush.
And from here, my view of love is daunting.
I’ve made worse mistakes
than believe you when you told me
you thought I was beautiful.
I’ve made worse mistakes
than believe you wanted more
from me than this.
I’ve made worse mistakes
than believe I wouldn’t die,
like Juliette, for a love so tragic.
I’ve made worse mistakes,
I have to believe,
than fall in love with you.
I want to pinch the cold metallic shape between my fingers
As I cut lines through the druggy haze in the mirror.
I want the light to sing a merry tune along the edge.
I want to leave it on a tool bench and find it later,
Corroded and coated in rust, dust, and forgetfulness.
I want to peruse the aisles of a home improvement store
And find a box of ten just like it.
I want to see the worry on your face at the possibility
Of inflicting harm on myself when you find it beside my bed.
I want to have a razor blade of a romance.
Or just maybe I want nothing of the sort.
Since you left I haven’t slept worth crap.
The sheets that once slipped, silk against
My nipples, now scratches and clings.
The dyslexic street lamp outside my bedroom
Window taps out “miss you, too” in Morse Code.
Drifting off into the whirlpool of frustration
My mind wanders to those moments of
Post-coital haze. Early evening.
The sun has dipped and amber light
Watches through the gap in the curtains.
All I want to do is save you
From the breech inside of me.
I’m falling through the cracks
And I’m too proud to try and reach.
Oh the irony.
God, I wish I knew how to ask you to stay
To hand over the key to everything
And let you see the wound inside I buried deep.
I am just like a thief
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