We write love poems,
We swear that we mean it,
Swear on the moon
The stars
The great beyond

I wrote you love poems
I swear that I meant them
But not now.
Not in this moment,
When that once hopeful glow around my heart
Turns to hopelessness
To memories of injury...again

The monsters that possess your tongue taint me
The scars are now too great in number
The heaviness of your shadow bears down as if it were my own shame
But it is your's

I swear  that I meant those love poems,
Every word

But oh how easily  words can fly away with the winds of our pasts...