every wish

every wish

every whisper

every flush of my cheeks

are but reflections of you

of your love for me

of your sacrifice to save the life i do not hold dear

my life

a shamble of wood and cement, glass and plastic

encasing my only gift to you

a gift i have kept to myself, for fear

for jealously

forever drowning in a misery i dug in a lake of sunflowers and irises

my heart

it means nothing to me

it means everything to you

but you left anyway, because i am not worthy of your virtue

Reviews

Very sad, I suppose. I especially like the line; "A shamble of wood and cement". That word, "shamble" is very catchy. The metaphors are very good.