Concoctions of the Human Mind

i wish i could write enough poems to make you listen

I wish I could scream to you

the things you used to say to me

and plead with your heart

to remember the promise

in those exclamations

there should be a list of words and phrases

you have spoken or texted or written or typed

that sung beautiful melodies into my head

and down to my heart

and choked the living blood

from my arteries

when my oxygen had vanished

you have created for me a false identity

that I have sworn to believe in

for if I falter I would lose you

and although you squash my sun

and force me to live in the dark

I continue to gaze up at you

as if you were the stars in the sky

connecting me to the stories of the past

and the lights of the future

my future was always flooded with you

until the drought came

and the water was emptied from my head

I would rather be waterlogged

than to live a day without your voice in my ear

although the words you speak to me

are not always calm and inviting

and there are times when the sounds I hear

break me into a thousand pieces

but still I will tape myself up

because you do not like broken glass

you have become my world

and I can't live anywhere else