these words my hell
my only solace...
staring at your
backpack
half empty
as a train blares
in the background
i can only say
that i have never
lied to you
choosing words
careful maybe
leaving out a few
never wanting
you to suffer
the truth in the
torrents of my
thoughts
i only wanted to protect
you
madness and faith
so easily confused
but you have
somehow managed
to infiltrate
your aftershave
still lingering
in my hair
your bottles
still sitting on
the counter
your bear beside
the bed
your pillows
still upon it
i hardly know
know what it was like
without you
before now
before we thought
that all was lost...
before forever
was ever a possibility...
but my love,
it is in this madness
this infiltration of you
to me
that i realize it
is you here
and i am not
and that is the
only way i know
to explain...
so i give you this
these words my hell
my only solace...
hoping you
can understand.
Birth sign: Libra
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