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S E Pope Mar 20
I imagine when
They opened your chest
To find the cause
Of your unexpected death
They found my heart in place of yours

The first incision
Was made in error
I’m the one that bled
All over the clean floor
A whisper blew past my lips that said "don't go"

The heart that I stole
Weighed heavy from desire
I'll cling to it for eternity
For the all the months we let slip by
They found the holes I screamed into your lungs

Time is not a thief
Only grief can steal
The stars from my eyes
I don't know how you were ever real
Diamonds fall for you all the time

I keep waiting
On a text or call
That you're heading home
Not in a dark steel box on the wall
This isn't the life I imagined for us

They cut into you
And took everything I loved
The tattoos on your cold skin
Were the only thing left to touch
I'm stained with longing for someone who was

You breathed life
Into my blood with ease
I died when you died
Fizzled away into the leaves
A gust of wind ****** out my oxygen

Pieces of flesh
Slowly removed from me
They learned what I already knew
Cause of death undetermined
They found your hands still reaching

They sewed you back together
Finality struck deep in my soul
I’ll be crying for ten years
Struggling to survive ten more
They have no idea what you deserved

Forced to accept
That you were picked from the tree
Who knows who cares
They stitched me into your body
*My life becomes a mask that time demands
S E Pope Mar 16
I brought a coffee
To my working husband
His friend said
"I need to get me one of those"
Meaning me
Not the coffee

I am a thing
Not to be spoken to, but
Spoken about
Some thing to achieve
A status symbol of happiness
That which we are not

I brought a coffee
To my husband because
He asked me to
Not out of my own free will
As he lead this friend to believe
Only because it was asked of me

Another request fulfilled to
The boss who pays my salary with a roof
And some walls
It seems to be what I'm owed
While I am the home
Making coffee for us both

Only a better woman than me
Some thing still to be achieved
A simple perpetuated lie
Making coffee every morning
Would live up to be "one of those"
And have brought it on her own
S E Pope Mar 15
There's a man I used to know
His name was Mr. True
Down on his luck
He always had the blues

An innocent man
Living an honest life
He thought he was good
Believed he was right

According to Mr. True
He had nothing left to lose
So he drank from a cup
That promised the truth

Seeing things for what they are
His eyes shot open
Revealing a better life ahead
He didn't have to be broken

One little sip
Sent a shock to his crown
Dread fell from his mind
A new path was found

The cup sat empty
Mr. True opened his eye
Spirals of the oblivion
Taught him all about the lies

He stared at that cup
Feeling the beat of his heart
Mr. True, he flew
And knew just where to start

All eyes open
And a clean road ahead
He lived up to a name
That he used to dread

Mr. True, he knew
His journey had reset
A lesson only learned
From the truth of his death
S E Pope Mar 14
There's something peaceful
And comforting
About going to sleep
When the birds
Are waking up
And starting to sing

I feel a sense
Of calm
Wash over me
As the sun rises
I am filled
With relief

There are so many
Poems that fade away
As I fall asleep
I wonder how much
Beauty has ended up
Just a dream
S E Pope Jan 9
They say
Time
Heals wounds
I say
It doesn’t

I know
Time
Deepens the
Cuts

Time
Is what breaks
My heart
Over
And over again

A year
An anniversary

Every time
I see
That date
I explode
And feel the break

Time
Deceives me
It ends my life
Every January
I’m reminded
That it
Never stops

Time
Just keeps
Ticking
It doesn’t
Get better
It brings
No resolve

Another Year
Another anniversary
And I’m broken
All over again

I’m not sad
I’m angry
That time
Just keeps going
And you didn’t
S E Pope Jan 6
Little explosions
Deal little damage
So small you don't notice
The foundation has cracked

Little fires
Cause tiny frays
Small singes to the roots
Slowly unravel the knots

Little bullets
Lead to massive bleeding
Tiny nicks to the stem
Drain a lifetime into the dirt

Little lies
Create patterns of devastation
One little explosion after another
Detonate the end of our life
S E Pope Jan 6
In between the joy
Are puddles of anger
I tip toe around them
So my socks don't fill with water

I carefully dodge
The stray bullets of fire
Soaked in the rage
Waiting for the drive-by

The eggs have broken
I cracked their shells long ago
Holding onto the exhale
Peace will be the final blow
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