Unrequited

I wrote this some time ago after a devastating heartbreak. I came across it recently and found that despite my pain I channeled it into creativity. (I'm well over this now though, don't worry.)

Many an evening mine

Spent writhing in the linens

and the mind

The sheet's soft scratch across my skin

Much like the physical and mental space

Of which was occupied

By affection- affliction turned

Under a false impression

That such an idea proposed 

Would not be spurned 

Affection exposed 

And so brought friction

A pure vision burned. 

The biting cold of yesteryear 

Frozen tear 

Once thawed would water

The roots that as

Air turned hotter 

Clawed up out of the soil

Pain and toil returned.

Once more beguiled

All within me riled

 Winter's call brought leaves to fall

And I with them.

Once again

A promise made and broken 

Events of past repeated

Taken- a mere token 

With words so softly spoken 

Guards and walls defeated 

Will of protest depleted. 

Fruitless

Empty handed save

The blade driven into entrails mine

Deep impale

To this day I fail

To make straight this tangled twine.

Ruthless

Fragment of hope dangled

Before wanting eyes 

From which far too many tears were cried 

Yellow flowers dried

Tied and hung

To brighten up the room 

That would soon resemble

A personal temple

Made dark and bleak with doom

As luck would have, old wounds resume 

To bloom

And bleed

The want, the need

Expelled, forbade 

Forced away 

Wilted petals and affliction not returned 

Dusting in the dirt

Where it ought to be

Rained and sunburned on 

Left to decay 

Where it ought to stay.