I admired things no one understood.

Please talk to me-
tell me

Is it going to be okay?
Are we going to be okay?

To dearest,
I hope you can view me more clearly after this poem:

2 pm                 7/14/1788
I am lying down wondering why you are not replying
I wrote you a letter worth crying

3 pm                 7/15/1788
I heard your voice
In nothing but noise

4 pm                7/16/1788
I remembered what you said--

5 pm                 7/17/1788
I prayed for us to be wed

6 pm                 7/18/1788
I got tired of waiting

7 pm                  7/19/1788
I heard-- I cried

8 pm                  7/20/1788
You died.

"17 bullets in his body"

I'll never forget
those words
the doctor had said
while my man was on his death bed

17 bullets
17.

And it was the 17th of March

On our 17th anniversary
And I heard those words
At 1:07 am

17 bullets
and we were both 17 when we first laid eyes on each other
that day when you came over to our house with my brother
and it was the 17th of March

17.

Hurt
you can have it all,
my empire of dirt

love
                                                      _­___

                                                ­      is
                  _____

                                                    hard

     ­                                       _____

Allow me to promise change
-
and to never keep that promise

Your love was like a slice of pizza;

delicious, yet temporary.

A heart never breaks...



it simply bends.



and today, my heart is bent.

Swimming in your sea,
and your waves keep moving me

I find myself on the shore of a country
am I now imprisoned or free?

I don't know.
All I know is-

I did not flee,
it was your spree,

It pushed everyone away, including me.