Broken Book

        Broken Book

In the corner of myself

Sits a story on our shelf

A story of our love and lust

The words of love, when we must

Rhythms of kisses, touches, love

Spoken in  different, foreign tongue

Whispers of a dying lung

Our love was solid, silver steel 

Our love was magic

But was it real? 

As the chapters moved ahead

The pictures looked

The words unread

Our first words of bitter lies

Left the world with graying skies

Do I love you?

I don't know.

I can't tell if this is just a show

A play, written by cruel heartbeats

Hoping to fill all the stage's seats

Your eyes have slowly lost its lust

Our kisses have withered,died and rust

Do I love you?

Do you love me?

Do you know?

What I can see?

I search inside myself

Watching as our book

Falls 

Off the shelf

Opened pages to the end

Eyeing corners that won't send

Staring at pictures, left unshared 

For beside me

You weren't there

So the words ripped out of rage

And the curtain closed the stage

With one last thought 

With hearts I fought

Maybe our story's end would change

Maybe it wouldn't end this page

If I hadn't left words unsaid

Its the book, I should have read

For now the pages, looks

For all I see

Is a broken book 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

That was amazing. I love the powerful message and the subtle metaphors you used in this poem. Very wonderful job.

[Felicity's Eve]

Wow. The heartbreak, the sorrow, the self-anger... It all comes together perfectly.

Great work :)