Empty

I am so empty
that I’ve got nothing to say.
My words are so lost.

The Stars

They shine down on me and you.
They tell stories
if you can read them.

They talk to you.
Listen.
I swear they do.

Oh I wish I could
wish upon these stars
and make everything
better
for me and you.

But no. It won’t ever be so, so.
Stars be ******.

Be silent
and please
just
forget about me.

My Heart

Belongs to you
On the best of days

Other days it’s mine
and you don’t deserve

One ventricle, chamber of it.
Not a bit.

Not at all, love.
Not at all.

Thinking

I’m always thinking about

Every word you say
To me

I scrutinize, dissect, gut

Every word you say
To me

I’m thinking that maybe
I’m over-thinking

Every word you say
To me

Maybe I need

To
Just
Silence
your
voice.

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

Shuttering

The curtains are closing
in my mind
Shuttering.

The performance
has ended and so spectacularly
It was quite a show
Explosions and
fireworks and such
Such
A mess
Am I
I am, I am.

Here you go.

I present to you

My simplest and most
complex, confused, and conflicted  thoughts

Just for your
Consumption.

Enjoy.