What do I do with my pain if underneath this wound my wishes are crushed and I die every day?

You violated every beat of my heart, and I, stealing the minutes to every hour

dared not express that my desolation deepened inside my room

 

You never gave freshness to my skin, not even a pretense of love

and I fell into this ordeal, under this soundless orphanage

 

I longed you so much that I begged...

No, do not throw this love to oblivion

I do not want to stay with the same wound lacerating my pillow

 

You forgot I existed!

 

I pleaded, under the shadows!

Agonizing over my vertebrae I begged!

With the same anxiety that I loved, I sweetly begged,

until  I finally heard  the empty cry of this wanting

It was then when I prayed!

 

Was there never a time for me?

 

I crashed into the moss stone where I was living, without the warmth of your kisses,

whirled  in this tornado between groans and silence without the apex of your body

Have you ever thought that I felt like a piece of paper, torn up in jealousy and memories?

 

My skin eroded, silencing my feelings?  However there was no corner of your body that filled it with beautiful moments and then to discover the bitter farewell uttered from your lips and experiencing the bitterness of your heart with your vile lies, on the ledge into oblivion and forgotten

 

Was there never a time for me?

©Noris Roberts