I think....

I think

I am   wasting my life    away

Because all these  hands   have   ever
built is destruction

And  they are  

h
  e
    a
       v
          y

weighted down    by  many forgotten  dreams

Many     unlived lives


And I   am so tired...

I told you I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you

But little do you know the lifetimes I already lived before you.

I hope one day we will not have
to

h
   I
      d
         e

She does not meet my gaze
as she enters, she sees me
and exorcises me with a bleak past.

Her consort sailor, sick or moribund.
She felt lonely, herself and only
considers thoughts
to another life with someone else.

Her eyes value
phantasms swimming.
She is a prisoner and beckons me away.

I pressed my head against the cool glass
My hand imprints the humidity that lingers there

The could that never would dances in the reflection of my bloodshot eyes

I was so close.

God left a long time ago and took the
tenderness
      with
them

My mother doesn't hug me
She didn't know what to do with me
My father had the terrible anger all fathers do
     Loud and terrible
It lingers your whole life