I've sliced a part of my
Heart and given it away
To you in apprehension.
It stays bitten between
Your teeth. Bleeding a bit..
Little salty, and tasty.
Waiting for a place in your
Eyes, the other pieces,
Await... Not knowing
Whether to heal or stay
Bruised.
And the knives of your
Lips that try not to kill,
Yet twist inside my gut...
Ahh! what can I say,
Falling in love with a teen,
In the early thirties..
It isn't easy. The knees
Creak and my back hurts.
Mirrors scream self-pity..
I shy away a little. But yes..
I've decided to preserve
The periwinkles that have
Already blossomed.
The cracks they've left in
My enclosed walls.
Things are visible now..
There's light. Colours.
I want to paint.