Bits of poems

Faces.
Empty roads, abandoned
Boardwalks and stairways
Places with no names.
And memories.
Of words that resonate in their lonely caves.

Memoires.
Of quiet footpaths
Unattended flower beds
And your hands
Far away from mine.
A din of sudden surprising, endless silence.

Containing Lost Pain

19th February, 1:15am

Being in love with you
 Is hurting all over my body.

 The daily scratches.
 Swift, sharp, switch marks,
 Tattle tale wounds.
 Raspy throaty noises
 Excuses for blue eyes
 and dark circles

 The Bleeding,
 It's draining.

 I live. Petrified.
 of the implosions within.

 My mind boggling
 As beat as the body.
 Dehydrated.
 From the lack of empathy
 You exhaust me.

 It's the last animal cry.
 I leave you.
 Please. Leave me.