Hurt if it may
I chain my thoughts like fire breathing dragons in dungeons,
but it does not stop me
from thinking about you
I cut my wrists and watch as blood meets blade
like waves on tired shores,
but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to reach out for you
I shackle ankles to cold steel
like slaves on tobacco plantations,
but it doesn’t stop me from following the trail of your voice
I gauge out my sickle shaped eyes
like the earl of Gloucester in Shakespeare’s King Lear,
but it does not stop me from seeing you in the darkness,
from seeking you in the tormented tunnels of my mind,
no it does not stop the insanity of my heart
contorting in the palm of your hands
as you once again reject me,
but hurt if it may,
it still won’t stop me from searching
for your face in the crowd
(2014)
