A dead rose & it’s thorn
It’s been
So long
Since I’ve been hurt
I almost forgot
How it feels,
How deep
The tears run
How hard it is
To breathe
How real,
Realities blow
Is no where
As close
And as soft
As Is steel,
Winded
Are the lungs
As they collapse
From my
Reveal,
That we’re not
Meant to be
Even though we both
Engage in activities
That are intimate
But lacking in
Spiritual intimacy,
That my soul
thirsty
Longs for
I hurt not
Deliberately,
Argentina
Be strong
Do not cry for me
For I am not
Any where near
Worthy…