This is not the kind of heartache lovers feel
When lives fall apart,
but it is heartache I feel when
and there is nothing I can do to make it right.
This is not the kind of love that moves mountains
when lives fall apart,
but it is love I feel when
I call out to my insides
and the heart knows it should want only what it can have.
Most people are lost
me? I am lost
A babygirl loses
for the first time,
yet she is the one that feels lost.
I lose myself
in the shallow world,
work, friends, life at the speed of light,
and my poetry winds down a road
it takes alien turns and
twists around my neck
like an infant choking on an umbilical cord.
When I cannot write
I am a blank slate
anyone could scribble on.
When words refuse to drip
from my mind
I forget I have one.
When seeing you chokes my throat
I am a mindless tattered old slate
no voice, no thoughts, just us
and the walls we created
to save ourselves from each other.