My heart breaks in silent
Compound fractures
With every whisper of the alcohol on your breath.
My heart dies a little, everyday,
Eating it's own allies, as the taken for-granted leaves less and less light
To live by.
I am a waste-away, haunted shell-like hollow-
Chasing a billowing smoke
That casts a shadow
On the rendered near.
Exposed, for what I could never amount to,
A vessel forlorn with the grief
Of bad luck,
But heartbreak the 10 daggers.
Ever emerging from the darkest ash,
From an even deeper chasm in the earths hollow mound,
I am only me, when I am turning over,
In transition
Between ivory towers
Dying a death in love.
Confused in love
Wanting none of it
Rendered null against your Sun
losing
Self.
Feeling perhaps as small...
As you want me.
Back into the darkness
I fall.
Once more.
10 daggers below.
And then
I will Rise.
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