I asked for the truth,
and you shapeshifted to sleuth,
crawling on your belly,
you simply misconstrue
an irrefutable, objective verity.
Tried and true, misunderstanding
what is out of your view.
Standing and demanding
but never understanding the variable,
to which not all lives,
will play out
the same way.
Her body only existed where he touched her.
Twisting and writhing to his hands upon her flesh.
The rest of her evaporated into smoke.
Dispersing into the nights air from a masterstroke
It’s easy to lie to yourself when you’re so debilitated. It something to come to terms with; to turn a half-truth into a reality.
I focus on the end.
The only thing which matters.
A path for my feet to walk upon.
The road of stains and mistakes,
inky foot prints left in my wake.
I didn't start existing to you, until a moment ago when you started reading the words I am writing.
A random person behind the poetry lines.
A thought turned into an idea to read.
I don't know you.
and you don't know me.
but for a moment we exist together with letters and words scrolling through a white paper occurrence.
I give the meaning, and you illuminate the reason.
A give and take kind of semblance of a relationship.
I'll never meet you face to face, nor will I ever feel your hand in my own.
But for a moment we existed together in harmony.
and it was wonderful!
Something inside his chest clenches.
His throat feels constricted, like he can’t swallow or breathe.
He squeezes his eyes shut to try and chase the feeling away.
He doesn't know what is happening,
he's panicking as he tries to draw oxygen into his lungs
His chest hurts and he cant believe how much it hurts.
It’s almost physical and he clutches his hands so tight
he feels his bone begin to ache.
This feels so wrong.
Living on a respirator,
healing from love's infection.
I use to have a pulse,
right before the insanity struck.
Thump, thump, my heart sung.
Finding comfort in my own breathing.
Then I saw you...
and I breathed you in.
My heart skipped in it's beat.
And my breath was gone.
Wrong- is it wrong?
It feels wrong.
Beyond all reason,
I have fallen in love with you.
And I know that
your taste is such a thing-
Such a thing I'd die for...
You're all I've ever wanted.
Now you're all gone.
Thieving my breath
and stealing off into the night.
Even though I love you,
you couldn't wait to leave me.
So, I'll whisper with my last breath,
about how much I miss you.
I can't help but close my eyes
and lay my body back down.
Letting the machines keep me alive.
Till the day you'll be back
to breathe life into me.
Thump, thump, my heart sung. Was the original poem title.