The Wall Between Us

Sunken lids and heavy eyes,
It's always the same bullshit lines.
Felt tip pens ink up my thoughts,
Rip open my soul and expose my flaws.

He claimed it was love, I claimed I was dead.
Where would you like to be instead?
The question spun until my heart was drunk,
Until every cell in my body had sunk.

Anywhere but here, the old cliche,

Unless you can give me a reason to stay?

My voice softened to the dim light,
Pieces of my skin stitched too tight.

It was the silence that ripped me in half,
And took me for everything I had.
His blood twitched as he turned and sighed,
Well, then, I guess this is goodbye.

Reviews

[Tommy]

Some say tears stain the soul, and some say they wash it clean, but when my heart was broke it cried as though death had snatched life from my chest, and left my soul to survive on its own in a body remaining. It is one of the deepest pains to lose love, but even more so when love leaves you to only a half existence. This was written very well in sense of feel, and made me remember the pain of loss.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Saraplenty]

Jesus yes!

Yes.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

The pain of having your heart ripped apart, good poem.