No poem sorry

You were like poetry,
words heavy with hopeful prayers
exhaled from the soul and breathed into old wounds.

You were like May mornings,
dripping with fresh green and illuminated by gold hues,
the air tangled between spring and summer.

You were a limitless love,
a flood in my hollowed and desperate heart;
find me adrift in your current,
and anchor me to you.

He was standing in front of me
His big smile turned to wee
Suddenly his face was dotted with tears
And I felt something queer

He gripped me so tight
That made me feel nothings right
He whispered unto my ear
"I am sorry for all the pain my dear."

Memories twirled back in my mind
The years I had spent with him was a mere nightmare
It was like living a happy life in a beast's lair
I was not the only girl he loved, we were three, I remember

I was like martyr hero killing myself for his sake
Our love was no piece of cake
It was only then when I knew-
Our love was a pure fake

His tears weren't enough for all the ache
Now that I am awake
You can no longer deceive me
**You can not delude again a fooled heart

the world was born
from territories that had once
become stone

mapped out by
death and dying
a compass made
from bone

and settlers tilled
the land
till the world was born

it was here
that silence was formed
by the whole of the human word:
boundary

a polluted beauty
new land and water
that had once connected us
broke all unity

now rivers divide us
the hemisphere splits
cracks the earths surface like
soles of weary feet
upon an arid dessert

separated and pulled itself
apart every so slowly till
it ripped stripped and tore

this is when the world
was born.