This feeling that makes our throats close up and hearts hurt.
Literally my heart has a pain that stabs it
and punctures the aorta.
The blood that once pumped every emotion though my body goes limp.
A puppet with no master to guide the actions.
No owner to light the way.

My knees once went numb with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion.
Hands wrapped around my calves
keeping them from sinking directly into the garden of memories,
memories that I’ve buried.

Flinging my body from one moment to the next
hoping that I can breathe between kisses.
Lips of strangers caught in naughty acts.
Ripping my cloths and touching my hands.
Pinning my body up against walls of Polaroid’s that you took.
Not one but every photo.

You were there to grasp your grip around my punctured heart.
Poking your fingers in the holes that others left behind.
You shed a tear and then let go of my heart.
I stopped breathing,
my blood overflowed my body
filling every pore and clogging my eyes.
Vision forever tainted.
No more beating or thumping.
No more laughs that skip a beat.

I was ruled by love and it over took me.

I lay down hoping someone will find my pieces,
my clues that I left behind.
I need to be restored.
Body drowning.
I was ruled.
I was concurred.