Do not

Forsake

The hopefulness

In your heart,

For that is the fuel

Of fortune.  

In the end,

There is only

Me

And

You

And nothing

But our

Empty heartaches. 

Useful –

Like a screwdriver

Or a handkerchief.

Use me.

Like your floor mat

Or your vacuum cleaner.

For I’ve been used

As though I am

Nothing more. 

Understand

That this is not the end.

Instead,

It is an opportunity

To be more

Than what I

Ever allowed you

To be. 

Where would you go

If the World

Would take you

Anywhere

Your heart truly desired?

I am sorry.

But she cannot bring you

Into arms where you do not belong. 

Fight for what

Others think is right

Since you

Don’t know what to believe

Anyway. 

I won’t keep living

If the air

You supply me,

If my reason for existence,

Suddenly extinguishes.

Ignite

the

Darkness

if

Life

is

Standing

in

Blindness.

Rather die

Than listen

To the words

That speak

Only lies

About the

Truth. 

On the lips.

One more moment.

Forever held,

Eternally forgotten.

Never will I remember,

But always will I know.

Remind me tomorrow.

For this mind of mine may tell me

That you’re not worth noting,

But my heart,

My heart

It will beat for you.

Skip a beat.

Another.

But why?

Why is this heart acting all funny?

What has become of this self?

Just confused.

Another moment passed.

Nothing more.

Nothing.

All gone.

Save for this skipping beat

That I can make no sense of.

Nothing else.