smitten
by your face that looks like a kitten
written
poems that make me feel beaten
rotten
thinking about you often
bitten
on the heart, so listen
sweeten
my life like it's slitten

a poem of ten
dedicated for you like a mitten
on cold days

I am empty.
And I don’t mean it metaphorically,
or poetically,
or romantically,
or in any other way you like to dress it up.

I am empty.
Straight up.

Unreciprocated love took everything.
And there’s nothing left.

I am a prisoner of love,
Locked in a cage with open doors.

I will never stop loving what breaks me,
The one who did nothing wrong,
Except not love me back.

Best described as alien beauty, out of this world,
A wonder, a mystery, a star unfurled.
Big brown eyes, deep and wide,
Lost at times, yet full of life.

A gaze that held both light and shade,
Charisma woven, soft yet brave.
If I could be lost in them forevermore,
I’d say yes, without a war.

A stone tied to my leg,
A note pressed beneath the knot,
Her name, a whisper, a wound,
A love that won’t be forgot.

The scissors rest within my hand,
Edges sharp, freedom near.
But I won’t cut,I never will,
I’d rather drown than live without her here.

Once, too deep, too hard, too well.
No caution, no edge, no end in sight,
Just her, just us, just blinding light.

She was the world, and I was the sky,
Reaching too far just to stay in her eyes.
She left, but love did not fade,
It lingers, it aches, it won’t decay.