Heartbroken: Hurt

Heartbroken: Hurt

Broken, I lay in my bed, my best friend, crying for the death of me. My tears speak volumes of the words my mouth cannot seem to form. They speak of sadness. They speak of pain. They tell the tales of heartache and suffering entwined with a yearning and hunger for my days of youth. My heart beats in the rhythm of despair with grief providing the tempo. As my sheets become saturated and the down within my pillows grow moist, I envision everything and nothing, dwelling in the abyss, embracing the void that my life has become. In the garbled, confused thoughts of my mind, only one stands out, the one without hesitation I embrace: I am alone in this world and will forever remain.

The Eraser

                                              The Eraser

You tried to erase me from your mind but to no avail

You see me in the clouds, staring back at you, following your every move, day or night, just like Heaven

You hear my voice in the wind, passing around you, whispering through your hair and around your precious face, your eyes tearing with the memory of me in each drop

You hear my words in every song you listen to as love is the course and key in which I spoke to you

My words are in the books you read, from cover to cover, in between the pages our story unfolds

You drink me in the wine, you taste the complexity and maturation of love, with each sip, each swallow you ingest more of me, leaving a lingering finish, leaving you wanting more

I am the beat th...