Hello.
I am the trending poem.                                                            ­            
         you see me and I make you feel alive
                                             so you like me and re-post me
                                                              ­    then you leave me alone to die.
Hello,
I am your forgotten lines.
             you created me with a careful love
                                                          an­d decisive rhymes
                                      and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
Hello
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
                           a faded smile a broken dove
                                               I once was beautiful, touching.
                                                       ­   now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.

Because its 2am
                                
                                                and im sitting in my bedroom alone

    thinking of ways to **** myself
                  thinking of reasons to hate myself  

                                                                  while you're sleeping



because I told you I was fine.

Would you kindly
hug me tight
with your hands
around my neck?
Would you kindly spend the night
and comfort this nervous wreck?

Could you show me a smile
while you tell me that I'm trash
Could you insult my lifestyle
without even batting an eyelash

Should you care about garbage like me
your tastes must be perverted
Should I be allowed to feel this happy
honestly, I'm uncertain.

I need you to use your claws
to draw out the blood from my skin
I need you to break through the walls
I built to hide my true self within

I need you to split me open and dig inside
to grasp at my heart if you can
I need you to know the thoughts that I hide
and love the person I really am

on the certain special
ways of every single, bright new
day, i who with only
love left here for
you, something special certain, something
new and always here inside
me, my soul now sings from ear to
ear, i feel you holding on so
dear, to every certain special
kiss, our bodies mesh, i hear you
hiss as my mouth makes way
along your perfect, precious body's
song, where choirs anthem lull to
hush, our minds soar swiftly in the
rush of this our union 'neath the stars and
moon, where dancers dance where i feel you
swoon, yet i steady you in my
embrace, kiss, kiss pressing to your
face my lips across your glow-red
cheeks, where trails of tears begin to
streak, wrapped up in the embrace of a
need, your thighs, your sighs, you stoop to
feed upon my life with raging
fire, consumed by lust and love's
desire, trading shares of pounding
heat, when we as lovers, soul mates
meet, making two of what was
one, loving, laughing in the
sun, i plunge inside you with the
waves, your mossy sea-scent hunger
craves, crashing, foamy, bursting
sparks, erupting in the blue-black
dark, screaming out with dire
ecstasy, drives us to our buckling
knees, where leading to the breaking
day, the embers fade
but do not go
away...

i’ve been thinking a lot
about your hand in mine
the way that our fingers
and palms intertwine

but i think about death
about loss, about worth
i admit that i fear
to return to the earth

where our bodies dissolve
into roots of a tree
and will grow into trunk
then limb, then leaf

but i've heard from a bird
that death will reverse
and your heart will beat hard
like it did at your birth

so hold on for dear life
with your hand in mine
if death makes us let go
it is only for time



© Mike Mortensen