I didn’t contrive any diction from your words,
How seldom they were spoken, how little was heard,
When night writhed in my chest and I engulfed the
I looked for answers in glasses; shaken, not stirred.
I didn’t enunciate to be heard clearer,
Only to make my hurt soothe, as an avalanche became nearer
I pondered your life like a crystal glass,
Mine becoming a shattered, wallowing, mess.
I didn’t pronounce your name for weeks,
Because I didn’t want to know the mouthful you’d speak,
If we were to talk like long lost lovers dwelling in unheard cities,
That hid beneath our eyes.
I didn’t intend to wallow in your saddening poise,
As you text a lover that clings to your sweatshirt, furthering your demise,
I didn’t intend to wallow in this rejection,
Nor perpetuate such trivial, soulless sputtering ejections.
All I wanted to tell you was I love you.
Without clinging on to your vest,
Without the expectation of it being returned,
Without a retraction that would cause cardiac arrest.
I love you my dear on seldom spoken nights,
When you find my heart fluttering into terrible heights,
Don’t feel bad my dear, I didn’t expect another reply of sorrow,
You rejuvenated my heart into blithely remembering the hope of tomorrows