I am struggling to stifle the overflowing thick, red blood back into my weary heart,
I am straining to turn my fingertips into rock-
willing them not to scribble another word in your name
Because, my love, when I closed the door to hinder your apathetic glance,
I meant it.
I did not intend to be soft and aching this way
No, I meant to be tough,
I meant to be cold.
But now I find my bones frail like matchsticks
matchsticks that are burned out-
the flame quenched beneath the gall
that sprung from the same earth from where your love emerged
My heart is a bleeding lump of unmet desires
absorbing the void where my loss tore a chunk of it away when it left out the backdoor
I recall your laughter, your voice
and the things you said with it
And your eyes!
How they turn my core into a soft whisper,
helplessly bewitched by the mirage when I couldn’t even reach for your shadow!
While the chains of my soul have been broken
and my breaths have found a more soothing rhythm,
A part of me will always stumble into the void
every time you appear among my disheveled thoughts.
We’re light years apart,
and we will survive the dark
away from each other’s gravity
Because you and I -we’re black holes that drift in this dead space.
Alone.
Copyrights © Senali Perera 11.10.2015 9:10 p.m.
Blood and Sunrays 