felt your touch strike up and down.
Ignite the match and walk away.
Watch the home burst to flames.
But I am grateful to burn it once.
Get use from the candle you let turn to dust.
I mourn the days I spent not knowing you. And the ones I will try to forget I once did.
On the first day these things I could never say. You snuffed out my pain and warmed me on
your own.
Pick my brain piece by piece, I don't care. For you are the glue that puts it back together.
In the end I denied this ever leaving my lips. For my heart stopped hurting the day we met.
Today your knife has it thinly sliced.
So on a platter I lay crossed. Broken by the hands that built my new body.
Tortured by the lips that stole my first breath. You tripped the pail and splashed the water. Soak
it up and return me in half.
Embroidered with your skin and hair. I am left to pick you out of my soul stitch by stitch. Every
tick your blood spills from me.
Entwined to your darkest thought.
Lay me to rest, and without your presence weightless is my heart.
June Fearing is a 14-year old military brat who lives in a military base in Germany and who writes poems in her free time.
