What can I offer a broken heart?

Surely there would be something...

A token of veracity perhaps?

A shard of languish?

Or simply a piece of my heart to patch up his?

I would ponder this obsessively...

And I said to myself:

My first lover would be a tormented soul

Dark and beautiful as a New Moon's night

I would seek him as he sighs into the stagnant air

And I would faintly wish for my love to be returned

Daring myself to hope that maybe

He could save me too

As I stumble to be his heroine.

I would brush away the cobwebs in his heart

Laced so tightly it would burst

The numbness having crept over him

As his dreams lay in slivers by his feet

But I would promise him a fleck

Of purest innocence

Like starlight cast upon snow

And speak to him of life without bitterness

Without pain or loneliness

Of sweet and gentle oblivion.

Cradled in the core of my sincerest intentions

I knit the fabric of my yearning.

With this I hope to mend his heart

Should he ache for me

As I ache for him.

April 12, 2009 3:58am