Love - An Original poem -

Love

Do you remember me?
I am the free spirit you caught into the crook of your big dirty palms,
just after a sniff of your chemical waste which caused my focus to leave my senses.
I am the one you saw in the light so bright, it blinded your brain.
But as soon as your eyes adjusted to this unexpected glory,
your desire had clung to your brain like a sticky situation.

The reflection in my eyes melted down your brainwaves,
the crystal clear air was breezing through my fingertips as they collided with yours,
leaving fingerprints all over our combined breath.
As you grasped onto me, I could feel the heat rising,
the sparks blew up in flames, and I was stuck.
Stuck in your glorious promises, stuck in my own despair.

The gunmetal grey smoke barely lingered in my hair as it snuck in
through your nostrils and faded into your lungs which soaked it in until they dried up.
And through the cracks I‘d blow in my spirit which you happily fed on.
I let the hot steam cook you up with 100 degrees of Celsius,
burning through your skin, through your heart, through your soul.
We never saw it coming, nor did we ever see it leaving.

I had your longing crooked in the pit of my desperate existence
and you had my heart hanging on a wire,
linked to your less existent kidney.
I am the one you pulled out of the dark, and led to the sun, without allowing me to touch it
with my unconditional curiosity and undeniable longing to explore.
We travelled together, an indescribable distance to the glory of being.
We were there, we were us, we were two, we were good, we were happy,
and then we were not.

Without a warning, no echoes in the mountains, nor whispers in the wind.
You opened up your chest, ripped the chain out of that black hole of yours, and let me go.
As I partly smiled, torn with relieve against my better judgement,
I waved good bye knowing I hadn‘t seen the last of you.
But as a flower that‘s separate from it‘s root, I started to tarnish.

I thought I would go down the smelly sea who kept pulling me down.
I couldn‘t breath as our fire died out and I drowned in a pit of toxic black.
And I cried for help, again and again, without any chances of survival.
Then, out of the blur, you pulled me out and warmed me up.
You cleaned me carefully, you gave me hope and restored my faith.
But you were reluctant to stitch back my bloody heart.

You set me free to fly, though I didn‘t want your wings.
So you braided me a nest, but you wouldn‘t stay.
You needed to go, and eventually, you did.
The loneliness gnawed onto my entire being, but I could not show.
So for a while I flew, away from the earth you sat upon.
Far to space, above the clouds, the sun and the stars.

Later you shot me down with your poisonous dart
and as I crashed down from the sky, falling flat on my face,
You hesitantly reached out for me, but without ever risking the touch.
This time, you did not catch me.
You never will again.