Like Concret In Water

January 4, 2009
I woke up that morning to find your letter
waiting by the fire.
It said you had to get out; felt like the walls were moving in,
and you needed high ceilings.
There were never rules or structure,
like concret in water.
But I would have made you a skylight.
I thought you had room to breathe,
didn't know I was suffocating.
Every move I made I guess they were all mistakes.
As we loved, as we gave,
you were nothing.
And my body still ached for your touch.
As we moved, as you screamned, as I love,
my body it bleeds like that day.

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Meghan said...
Aug. 16, 2009 at 2:10 am
Amazing poem. You are a really talented writer =]
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