I
We stood there,
few feet apart at the deserted train station.
My palms cold and damp,
fingers outstretched and reaching towards nothing.
You had a lighter in your hand.
Eyes that were once star speckled
and bright
now they’re just empty.
Speeding.
You left me. I don’t know why I’m sad.
Smoke filled
Everything is fading. Can’t see.
shades of grey.
II
They told us we were like a painting.
Whimsical and full of color,
As if Van Gogh himself had imagined us together in a starry night.
Starving.
Young.
Passionate.
Alive
In
love.
Actually, we are not at all like art.
We are a tangled and mad web of nerves.
A burning mess,
that spreads like wildfire throughout my body and my brain
( your body and your brain)
and our
Heart.
III
A heart that is beating
slower each second.
1…2….3….4…
Breathe deeper.
Breath slower.
It hurts.
A heart that is reaching
Climax.
The pounding is incessant.
There is no where to go
but down.
down, down down.
A heart that is no longer
fertile.
A heart that once removed,
never replaced.
IV
I am constantly in
pain.
Pain from holding your hand
feeling numb.
Pain from the static electricity exerted upon my body every time
we kiss.
Pain from those eyes,
looking deeply into mine,
its hypnotic.
fatal.
Do you feel it too?
I feel
everything that is good,
and everything that is bad.
Everything at the same time.
I feel insane
with or without you.
Hey, where did you go? I’m still talking.
xoxo,
Vanessa M. – finess5
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