Drip-drip runs the bleed
of this broken heart.
When he said dinner was served,
I didn’t imagine it would be so cold.
If I could cry, it would be for you, for us,
it would feed the roots of your withered flower.
Your shadow is gone, and I wish I could replace it.
It kissed me goodbye,
when you said it stay here forever.
I wish it left my mind too, but it lingers here.
Sets in so sensually in my sheets,
embraces me.
I still see the love in its eyes. They shine so nice.
Or maybe it’s the fixation of a shattered heart.
That is scavenging to keep alive.
Arus' Poetry 