A letter to my lonely lover,
this is not a love letter you will grin at as you read it like a poem each night…
No this is a letter of precaution,
Because I can only lay my head on the collarbone of your broken heart,
Attempt to hear the melody behind mismatched breathing.
I can not hear the way your breaths playing against your ribs like wind-chimes echoing the emptiness that is inside you,
No I can not hear that.
I can not feel the clattering of bones beneath me shaking at their own loneliness.
Nor understand that the reason you twitch right before you fall asleep is because your body needs to remind you that you are more than a skeleton waiting to rot.
Laying here I don’t see any of that…
I understand what it feels like to have every ounce of your soul ache for intimacy,
But can not seem to grasp it or find it in this world.
Because we locked our hearts away in our rib cage,
and then threw away the key….
It’s not like we don’t know where the key is,
We memorized the seconds between bounces and exactly where it landed.
But out of sight equals out of mind,
And I can finally pretend that my heart isn’t resting on the bottom of my stomach,
crying out to be fixed like a broken birds wing.
I will not feel that,
and neither will you…
So we try to find comfort in moments that will only land milliseconds in our brains,
And sleep in god knows how many other people’s beds because we have forgotten why it felt right to sleep alone…
But it’s not that we don’t feel it,
But we pretend that we don’t feel it,
We want to feel like we are a whole person laying beside yet another one night stand,
and that is it!
But when we wake up in the morning,
your face won’t give me comfort,
and I will look in the mirror to see exactly who I was yesterday staring back at me,
I want to punch the glass so that I bleed,
because bleeding makes sense,
that is what happens when you are hurt,
you bleed and you scar…
But not when it’s your heart.
Instead my eyes they bleed tears…and tears dry,
And it’s hard to explain why your hurting when what your body is bleeding in misery is only visible to you…
So I will crawl back in bed with you,
I will kiss you on the lips,
Say I had a good time,
Rest my head again on your chest pretending that the heartbeat I hear is simply that…
Just a heart beat…
Because if I read too much into it then I know I will do something stupid,
like kiss you again, but this time it will be different because it will mean something,
because for that millisecond my heart will drop a feather outside my ribcage reminding me that I can still feel.
But I don’t want that.
I would rather live in the graveyard of my hollow chest,
then give you the power to send my heart back to hell!
That’s the scary thing about laying next to a broken lover…
They make you realize how broken YOU truly are…