STOP
trying to
get over
and get
REAL
with
yourself

STOP
seeking
a way
OUT
and pick
yourself
UP

Remain
POSITIVE
when all
else fails
looking  ABOVE
for
STRENGTH.

Descending palms were craving
soulless husks silently hung,
contact breathed essence within
emblems carved in engraving.

Sentience was but a flicker,
with each touch dying quicker.
Dead souls repeatedly snatched
reborn and again dispatched.

Teasing upon sanity
corporeal until touched
forsaken for vanity
souvenir of a death clutched.

Its simply very easy.
Kiss them.
Hold them.
Make them feel safe.
Loved.
Wanted.

Then leave them.

Don't call them.
Don't text them.

Then show up out of the blue
With an
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.

Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
To them.

Give them hope.
Remind them that
They
Haven't
Moved
On
At
All.

Within the four walls
Below a roof
Busy with play of words
The poet is aloof.

The sky is breaking low
Pitter patter rain
Capture they must the flow
Of drizzles soothing pain.

Outside on a stretch of green
Drenched to the bone
A man with cracking skin
Hoeing from morn.

The toiler is tasked to ****
Paid by the hour
Must earn the precious quid
Whatever the shower.

The poet is lost in the toil
To grow his rhyme in shower
The **** works fast the soil
Growing hope by the hour.