There is something alluring
about the danger of falling in love-
handing over the most vunerable part of yourself,
your beating heart ,
and praying that they handle it with care.

HEART BEATING
                              TO A
                                      RESTLESS
                 ­                                       RHYTHM
THERE'S NOTHING
                                   LEFT FOR
                                                    ME HERE
                                                            ­  ANYMORE


IN THE FACE
                       OF MY
                                   PRESENCE,
                                                       I AM



                                                   absent.

There is a
Hairline fracture
In the structure of my being

My life is but a collection of moments
Spent waiting for myself
To
c
       r
  u
              m
       b
              l
                  ­ e . . .

He captured her heart
She hasn't looked back.

It is going from living in a constant state of light to surviving in sudden darkness. Something has been blacked out your vision. You didn’t put it there, you didn’t want it there, you didn’t ask for it to come consume your sight and everything in it. You want to take off the blindfold, wipe the tar from your eyes, get rid of the blackness seeping into your retinas. Your hands are bound, and everyone keeps telling you “Just uncover your eyes, no one can help you but yourself” because they can’t see that your hands are tied. What they don’t realize is that theirs are too, and they will remain ignorant to their ******* until they are just like you, struggling to escape what has ensnared them. You would love nothing more than to rip the obstruction from your eyes, but you cannot. It colors everything in a lack of color, the darkness so infinitely black that nothing else can come through. You are detached, unhinged, and worst of all- no one can tell that you’ve gone blind.

Surely by now my lips have memorized the heartbeat
In yours.