A Love Poem Lived


A love poem was born from deep
within my heart

my body was left ripped and torn apart

by the labor expended to give you
this love

by the passion it took to create it

tears of joy and happiness I cried
in its deliverance

each tear I shed was perfectly shaped and beautiful

flowing down like a glistening stream

shining like a prism
when illuminated by your light that beams

but something went wrong

my love poem faded into fractured feelings of hurt

my tears became fragmented splinters

encompassing broken promises

carrying senseless dreams

weak and beaten by betrayal

becoming my dark depression poem

where every verse is of sorrow

where hopelessness will find a home

my tears falling ever so slowly dreading their participation

hoping to dissipate long before another transformation

because what lives on is my hate poem,

driven by tears full of anger

as they scorch my face with bitterness

burrowing down into my skin

leaving scars so hurtful and deep

leaving trenches of rage and pain

from a love that will never speak

I inscribe this poem upon a grave

underneath an epitaph that reads

A love poem was born but lives no more
2001 - 2004

 
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