Breaking Hold

Thank goodness I met you

on the street with the “M” under Orion’a belt

near the man with rats in his hair,

singing to his ears,

playing with strings,

playing with fire.

I know you never meant to fire, lover.

And I know we never meant to hurt each other,

but you chained my halo as my handcuffs

charged and convicted,

left me hanging as a chandelier

from the cieling of the last night your fingers gripped my neck,

bones shaking.

Bones.

I need to reset my bones,

swingset my ribcage so next time you hit I swing back.

Don’t chisel at this skeleton

behind these stained glass walls beneath my chestplate.

Blue, purple, red, yellow stained glass colors

shatter into more pieces than there was to begin with.

 

And I can only wish you were happy and wish you’d never left

though were timezones away from who we used to be.

Though love isn’t always magic

if I offered my life to the magician could he pull that rabbit

out of his hat with the bowtie around his neck?

Just like the tie around your neck at that wedding

where we danced and came home and made love.

And everytime we did I crossed my fingers,

held my breath so you’d stay.

You never stayed.

 

Just like kites reach the blue

and then tumble down,

people who had never seen my face saw me falling too.

And you reverted back to the man who didn’t speak of trees, dreams, and your father.

 

I wish you the best, I wish you well

and I wish you’d never left.

Nevertheless,

turn your sparkle to the sun and stretch the corners of your mouth

so your father can see who you can be

and so they can see who you are.

The boy with trees in his veins

and roots in his eyes,

the boy who sleeps in my heart.

 

I wish you well,

I wish you’d never left,

But I wish you my very, very best.

Reviews

[Kaotic Barbie]

Beautiful :)