hip bones ache with loneliness,
press your ear to the flesh;
listen to them weep.
Thoughts dissolve slowly
in a vase of murky water;
the last and only flowers ever bought
turn to dust and fall into my mouth.
These hidden messages go unseen.
I intricately weave them to my heart,
suffocating the very life,
the weak and staggering beat that is left.
You look at me - your lingering ghost;
a haunting that you cannot exorcise from your body,
your soul.
Naive thoughts of love have long since suffered a corruption
Once the conductor of my happiness;
a symphony softening my hardened parts - the years of building my fortress.
These memories can never be undone;
my heart will not flourish and burn with passion.
The desolate lands that have spread like a July wild fire
leave me bleak and hesitant.
