tears

Iceberg


The liquid mind

Cannot get through the keyhole;

It traps me inside the room.

I am surrounded by water;

Trying to come to terms

With the annihilated past

And the acid tears

That weren’t mine.

I am an iceberg

And my melted heart

Is sinking this Titanic

With you

And everybody else on board.

It’s getting cold;

My eyes are closing on their own,

Not giving me a chance to understand.

I go under.

I will remain,

Creating ripples on the water surface,

Melting the last of it,

The last of me.

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Rose wood shelves


I store my memories on tiny shelves

Made of rose wood.

One is for the my first cat,

One is or my first friend,

One for the family,

The smiles,

The tears,

The anger and the sadness.

When one of them fills up

The shelves collapse.

One shelf is hidden,

One cannot shake it or flip it over.

That one is for you.

I treasure every little bit

Of every second I remember.

And when everything collapses

What will always remain

Is you.

Relief


Pull the wires,

Defuse my will to speak.

I’ve been waiting for that

Long enough.

Shallow wounds and scratches

Cover my arms;

I’ve been beating against the wall

Of your responses for too long.

I wanted to jump

Into the sea of depenence

Right after you.

But all I see there

Is an ocean of your tears.

Too much to bear,

Too much to hear.

You jumped,

And I just didnt follow.

I’m alone on a cliff,

And I don’t want to jump anymore.

I feel better.