The words that follow
in the lines to come do not belong to any part of a love poem
The words written down
are the ones that are in the shapes of needles
The ones that poke
holes in my heart
Causing it to bleed faster than words can be
spoken
No use worrying yourself over spilled blood
Especially when there
is no more caring held within your heart
Blood drops splatter
onto the hungry ground
They evaporate into thin air just like the
love that was once contained in your heart
Like I said, this is
not a love poem...
Instead of sweet
melodies of our love song
Raw fury erupts through
me
Everything within me wants to throw numerous verbal grenades
Even though I already
know they will fall upon deaf ears
Have I mentioned yet that this
is not a love poem...
Love has lost its worth
Pictures taken of
happier times only show what use to be
I surrender myself to the
realization
That you cut me out of
your life without showing a single ounce of emotion
This is why
this is not a love poem
And every love poem I
did write will wither
Because they are
written to a person I no longer know
My words flow faster
than anger can peak...
They will not sit idly
by tingling in my finger tips
They yearn to be free, expressed,
and documented
Scribbled out in bright
red ink and mounted upon your wall
Reminding you every
single moment of every day that this is not a love poem
This is my heart
screaming at you at the top of its lungs
I am here...
Standing alone,
wounded, and exposed
This is why this is not a love poem...
If you even dare to
read it
But I know you won't...
Because the coward
within you has already told you to run
Leaving abandonment in
your wake
With multiple questions
left unanswered
It forces me to write
this...
That this is not a love poem.
©
2012
