heroin(e)

The heart and the quill follow no order.

Late midnight, your name spelled on my paper.  

I was disturbed--so was my peace.  

I replied late ‘cause my bones wouldn't meet my skin,  

Brought by the unease, the terror, and my fear of the disease--  

Falling so tragically easily.    

Countless lads have pierced my heart  

With their saccharine lines and their painful demise.  

In love,  

Nailed on my mind was the guarded thought  

Of the "be carefuls" and "watch outs."  

But you, grown man, came crashing with no warning sign.    

I let you, despite my fragile, flimsy, unstable state,  

Hoping you'd build me up as you built our promised estate.  

Exchanging storylines for the future--what a vow.  

You told me we could be "meant to be."  

Gullible little me believed your words of virtuosity,  

That could never have prepared me  

For the agony you'd blow upon me.    

Telegrams have failed to reach me--

Does that mean they got lost along the ferry?  

Or have you truly forgotten about me?  

I've resided in my own painted asylum,  

Where I devise stories spuriously,  

Took it as gospel that when the sun rises up,  

To me, you'll come.    

It took me countless sands for my hourglass  

To finish the aftermath.  

I've seen the green grass and babbling brooks,  

Heard the songbirds spurt their marvelous tune.  

Finally-- I was home.    

Pansies and violas were taken over by my dahlias.  

Snowdrops are gone.  

Poppies made the meadows a bright haven at dawn.  

But then you came,  

And rooted your knotweeds into my prospering grounds.    

Wrote the words, "You left me hanging on the ledge."  

But I was already down there,  

To break your fall and to listen  

To the pages in your hand--

The unwritten chapter on why you abandoned me.    

My wounds won’t whisper to pretenders.  

Deceit and hatred are what they should be served.    

.......

Stop. 

I know better than to spout tragedy that someone caused.  

I shan’t be overtaken by my overwhelming voice.    

It’s time.  

Time to bid farewell to things that don’t treat me well.  

Gone is the time for me to ride  

The violent waves of the tide’s return.    

Forget you. You no longer breathe through me.  

I'm no longer your territory.    

It’s over now.  

Time to head back to the cabin.  

Let someone else live its humbling daze; 

I'm free.

Author's Note

I wrote this under 15 minutes. Love and poetry bow to no boundaries.