No Death For the Weary
...I
loved like a run on sentence
mentally continuing thoughts of love lost
silently withering away...
& they would say
my heart resembles barren land
barely surviving the winter's harshest frost
heaven had froze over
hell to pay was the cost
& based on our trials
I sentenced myself
into becoming a hollowed structure
& I
structured my spine into a physical slump
so the world could see how hard it is
for a mere human baring ungodly emotional weights
I weighed...
multiple options of opinionated
open ended questions
questioning us while sleeping eyes wide shut
wishing our love would thrive
like vines entangled around coffins wishing
for a breath of fresh air to enter a corpse esophagus
which meant...
in order for us to appreciate
such a love
one of us would have to die
& I'm still breathing...
...your death was a must...
Copyright © Candice Townsend | Year Posted 2012
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