I fell for the same character
Tropes

A repackaging of
Hope
Rebranding my
Stranded heart

Your standard love
Not enough in the dark

The wild of my mind
The fields
I run through

Color you blue
But it won’t stay
Beautiful
As I’m leaving
You

Silence
In confrontation
Violence
In your frustration

Unsheathed the sword that we shared
In February
When I bled with care
Muted pinks
Coating me
Silencing my misery
It’s misperceived
This heart of mine
Excavated
In the lust of night
On the table
You took it in your hand
And it’ll take me years
To stand again

Now
My hollow body
Has cobwebs cleared
Writing this
As you steer
Me to the coast
I’ll die in the sand
For what am I to you
If not a man?

In all my faults
I long for more

It’s not that alcohol
Colored you differently
It’s that when we met
People were watching

People are watching

Foaming at the mouth
I lay my life down
South

I fade into the trees
Cocooning pleasantries

Begging please

When I came to visit
To rekindle
To retrieve

My heart
Inside a chalice
A prized possession
A centerpiece

I,
A faithful observer,
Became a contrived interpreter
Of all your subtleties

In stealth
I bleed

If you see right through me
Then how could you ever
Perceive
Me

I found this heart
No longer beat with blood
But beat for truth
And as I drank with you
From the fountain of our youth
I found my own
Eternal gloom
Resurrected
Reaffirmed

The end of a life
Which once was mine

I thought you would open the door
But you
Were the arbiter of my misfortunes

As my lifeless body
Remained cocooned
I felt the void within
Growing smaller
By the second

Blood
Spewed
And truth sewn
A piercing
Pang
A guttural state
Of becoming
Anew
An autumnal tumble
From the peak of the trees
I fell as such
From the peak of my love
For you

Still I stand
As the winds rise
And we say goodbye
For what I hope
Is the final time

Ears popping
Green crawling
Onto the street
Shielding me
Just shy
Out of sight

Fake showers of poetic powers
Ruptured at the source
Silent on the hill
As the sun set
On you

Repackaging hope,
Love,
Grace
Becoming self sufficient
As I sit beside you

Not because of you
Or in spite of you
But because I finally release
You
From me

And allow you to keep

That heart
Of mine
Excavated
In the lust of night

Placed on the table
Before you took it in your hand

It took me years
To understand