Since I’ve met you

most of my poems were about nature;

how the birds sing

how the flowers bloom

Lately though

The birds don’t sing anymore

making nature a cage

surrounding my heart

crushing and letting it fall

like the shooting star that fell

the night I wished for you.

Lately I’ve been finding myself

stuck in a silent storm

(Not sure whether it was silent

because I couldn't yell

or whether it was silent

because I couldn't hear)

but I’m sure it was as silent

as the silence that developed between us.

I still find myself drowning

in the waves of that storm.

Every time the birds hummed your name

It rang in my ear like the sound of a bullet

leaving a hole as hallow as our past

but I don’t bleed

instead, my scars sing to the

closeness of your name

because they miss your touch..

They miss you…

And a bullet that rings

like your name

is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

-L.A.M