August 26, 2007
My love’s face so close to mine
Simple breath is now painful
I can see inside, past her eyes
Her soul seems much less beautiful
A concoction of expectance and betrayal
Disbelief has blemished her life
Doubt that the world wouldn’t understand
She decided to end mine
Petals of the Oleander have poisoned
Love that runs through my veins
The cadence of my pumping heart
Falters with life, beginning to strain
Feathers from the wings of the crow
Brush against my freezing hide
The caw-caws are like a trance
Enchanting my soul to the other side
Light headedness lifts me up
From the cold dew on the grass floor
Numbing the cataclysm that consumed me
I can feel nothing more
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