33

slowly without knowing

at the end of that moment

your tempest breached

those walls of a crying soul

and the words began to crumble

under the weight of heart shaped wreckage

of scars whispering ‘I’m back’

and under the cover of this darkness

and in its loudest moment of silence

appeals are uninvited

unallowed feelings are quieted

suffocating a heart that wants to give up this fight

this love is not love

this love is not love