I am wild at heart,
I yearn to be free.
Not stuck in this cage,
Suppressed and controlled.

It's funny,
At night,
In the dark,
It's you.
I miss you,
The laughs,
The smiles,
The love.
He's wrong,
Not right
Like you,
Like us.
I can't tell,
Spill secrets,
About me
Needing you.
This poem will
Tell you
Without telling,
I miss you.

You're an abscess,
A cyst.
You make me wish
You didn't exist.

Nine years since you went away,
I still think of you,
I still love you.
I often wonder if I make you proud,
Do you think of me?
Do you love me?

Daggers on your breath,
You've stabbed me to death.
Injecting poison from your lungs
That danced on your tongue.

No mercy finds me here,
Cowering in secret fear
Of you who were once kind,
But you've left that far behind.

Your heartbeat's a flutter,
Leaves on the breeze.
Skipping along merrily,
Dodging the freeze.
It's fragile and sensitive,
Held in my hands.
For me to warm and foster,
And plant in the sands.
Your heartbeat will grow there,
Become something strong.
Thumping with life and love,
Right where you belong.

My past is a fading melody,
A long forgotten song.
The rhythm is nebulous
And the words no longer exist.
Decrepit and chaotic,
My past is symphonic.