T. M. D.
Our hearts are pumping for us
Need not control
As they are controlling us
But we mustn’t speak
Or expose us to the world
What may they think?
Hiding being denied
Having never cried
From the view outside
Chemically aligned
Such intense attraction
Avoidantly sibylline
Cosmically maligned
A most brutal retraction
Abhorrently resigned
I’m
Breaking
From the pain
Of lonely isolation
Revolving around fear
Of unsettling memories
Fractured from the future
Self-fulfilling my failures
And watching it all go down
Before my very eyes so swollen
To a death knell song of flowing tears
In muscle static where our hands once healed
Now coldly empty sits still, healing from neglect
And await, I dream
Of all the eligible hearts
I’d wish to give my love to
While life passes
Only ever loving them
In a daydream daze
Their intoxicating effects
Gifts never known received
Savoured in peaceful silence
Un-requited though not resented
Lovers’ hearts relate
If distantly departed
On journeys of their own
Seeking or being sought after
In the life-light of love
Deeply now
Resiliently hold hope once again
The heart’s flag shall sail