Days 22, 23, 24 and 25

[zara_capeverde]

a bomb went off
in my soul
she said.
but of course
it was not
like that
it only fell to pieces
in the space between
breaths.

she tore my heart
asunder
she said.
but it was more
like the gentle
rocking
that follows a storm,
everything lost to the under
water.

it stabbed and bled
me dry
he said.
for he was white
and shaken,
his heart racing,
and the truth did not make up
the difference.

~

something collided behind my eyes
for I am woozy and cannot think.
a nausea tidal waving in my eyes
much worse for I than surfacing from drink.

day and night this ache that nags my bones,
for I am creaky and antique alone,
perspiring and retiring in repeating tones,
moaning and cajoling myself to quit both,
for in time I'll learn to live with it.

~

why should I not say I love you, I love you
I love you,
but instead make you wonder and guess,
whether hands intertwined equal n
in the calculus and portfolio of stocks
that constitute us, it's a mess
if I can't just be true and say I love you
without analysing my investment.

~

Icarus would rather dream about the wind than fly
His wings a cinder, the sea a grave,
He walks the ground with measured steps and feels weighed down.

~