My heart leaps out of my chest with ever pulse. There's little to no pain putting it back in, compared to missing your touch. Though, it's a miracle that my heart beats anyways. What was a vibrant red heart is now more of dry black disease that settles in my body. I can see the black pain travel through my veins when the thought of you gets overwhelming. Now, neither of my five sense know your here; neither you and I have active hearts. So, we make childish excuses for a grown up problem. See, if I was a child again my heart wouldn't be black. I wouldn't have this trench coat of what could be covering my back. Only fifty more days 'til we see each other again like this was just another one of our preschool recess games. I feel more of a thief then I do of boyfriend; cause I stole your heart and told you  to leave. Not that I wanted, but for some reason you had to. You see, being not in the same town and not being bound tight by the same sheets under lamplight made its mark. Though I know your the antidote for this disease referred to a "missing your lover". Once the timer stops and these days are over, we'll be joined by not just arms but hearts, cause that was the hardest part. Our hearts will be active and my senses will know you, I'll feel less blue and remember why I chose you. I'll grab you by your hips and we can finally kiss with our grown up lips. Distant is horrid but your like a portrait that I can look at forever and never get bored of. Babe, I'm sorry for this pain but no ones to blame, and I love you like no one else could even explain.

-K.V.

She takes her nightmare home;
It shifted and breathed deep
As it sheltered itself in the cave beneath
The cloud on which she stood
And down in the sheets under her feet.

It duplicated her lovers face;
A beast at least
She tries to cuddle in
But it seems absurd to find warmth
Next to a man who just beats
From the pounding of his heart through to his fist
Where intoxicated swings meet you in defeat

Still she has no reason to leave
Because at dawn she hides her bruises with cloth
And paints her scars with makeup
Even though he doesn't have enough devotion to her to make up

Now this man walks the streets to find his next lover
While her bones lay next to the fire
Berried under the soil because his heart was spoiled;

A bright girl with golden pearls left as a lesson;
And god bless such a confession

You see, Her heart shined brighter then all
But was pushed back because of withdrawal

During the night
my hands start their
journey creeping across my
bed looking for you
reaching out into the void
hoping to God that you were there
They are searching
for your warmth
and those familiar curves
of your silhouette
They've been aching
and longing for
you
for a lifetime
but all they find
is that vast empty space
of darkness
where I last
misplaced my heart


very far away.