Pure

I live next door to a boy’s hearts

     Neighbor to the one I could love.

     Only “just friends”

     That movie on a Friday night when there is nothing better to do.

I am the lulla“BYE” in every relationship.

     The reason it is so easy to say so long.

     The long empty night of after.

     Alone.

I buy love from second hand stores.

     But I am the one who is used.

     I am the one who is pawned.

My heart contains the ruins of my past.

     Love that’s become rubble.

     Ideas that are shattered like mirrors.

     Explosions of pain course through a broken body.

I breathe your smiles like oxygen.

     I feel your tears like rain.

     Your breath is the wind.

Your sighs are my love letters.

     Return to sender.

     Love left unread.

     Unseen.

When you see me your eyes become closed doors.

     There is a no vacancy sign on your heart.

     You are locked and I am not your key.

     I lock my own self away.

You are the key to every lock.

     Around you I open up.

     I can’t stay closed off.

     You make me feel vulnerable.

Before I met you I was secure.

     I knew exactly who I was.

     I felt clean and wholesome.

     I used to be…

Pure.

Reviews

[Lastwords187]

I can feel the raw emotion behind your words, the wants, the needs, and the desires. This is a great poem, thank you for sharing it.