Here I sit,

amongst a silent chaos.

Desperate to find that

poetic literary justice

to my current life.

Yet,

here I sit,

finding nothing-

but feeling everything.

Grey eyes, crystalline
Such depth and great length
Behind your soft gaze

the problem with “unspoken understandings”-
words never said but meant to be known, is that sometimes
there is no understanding at all,
just hushed words
whispered into a telephone
with a muted receiver.

you

and me
             waiting to see
you  
       smile

now seeing you
                          smile
and
       that’s enough

is my mood ring broken?
or did i forget what it felt like
to know you?

i often wonder if i've numbed to it all,
but maybe my heater just stopped working.

all the same, i've forgotten the sound
of my name on your lips,
the air passing through, like a parting kiss.

so why let it be spoken at all?

is my mood ring broken?

all i'm feeling is small.

My heart is in anarchy,
ungoverned by love.

It is from the outside of this world
that I can peer in, and see how the
arteries have become twisted, twisted
into a tangle of words
and scripture
meant to
oppress me.

Unwound, the words are scattered
like anagrams solved with the
humdrum thump of a heart.

There are rules that must be followed.
There are hearts that must be loved.