Poetry for people who have died.

Blurry Eyed

It’s been years since I’ve slept

I’ve just been smoking in the depths

Of these chambers divided

The shape of a heart reunited

You said that you liked when my eyes got smokey and small

You said that you loved that I’m not that tall

But I feel like a brick fallen from a brick wall

When I think that you didn’t mean those things at all

So I will cry until I make myself ill

And I’ll go live with the trolls under the hill

I’ll leave you alone

I’ll turn to stone

You never loved me

But I always will…

This poem was also featured on Randomly accessed poetics 12/11/11.