Lost My Uttering Words

I find even though I'm skilled in the art
of breaking your heart into thousands of
pieces. I have nothing to say. Not a word
I haven't already uttered. I feel like a lost
poet trying to hold on to something that
means more than anything. But, I'm losing
sight. Losing sight of the ink scattered
across the pages.

I know I no longer paint a smile across
your face. No longer do I play your heart
like string'd qartets. I'm left lying on
the ground. Heaving in each breath.
Hoping this time I capture you right.
The way your body moves.

The way you make my heart stutter.
Stumble. I'm watching carefully.
Hoping this poet can put sense to paper.
I listen to shattering songs. Splayed out.
Torturing me, for they find words I cannot
they express emotions and feelings.

I want to lie my sword against your lung.
Breath life into you once again.
Make you feel like my heart is eternally yours.
But, I'm trapped in silence.
My body wracking with sobs.
I'm left aching, lingering.

Waiting with each breath that you will appear.
Cradling in my arms and feeding me the
inspiration once again. I feel frightened.
That I'm ready to lash out. To scream, to cry.
To burn my lungs as I piece each word together.
I'm dissolving. Slipping away. I'm running out
of my life-blood.

My soul.
It hurts.
I know longer can speak freely.
Can no longer string beating hearts along.
No longer do I sing the sonnets of my heart.
I'm left broken.
Bleeding out my everythings.

My every thought, my every memory.
Just leaking to waste on the ground.
Soon, I imagine we'll fade away.
And, I will no longer be able to say it.
No longer will I be able to hear your soul
cry out to mine.

I'm losing my grip on a passion.
The one; that said it all.
I could be anyone, anything.
Say what I wanted when I wanted.
Without having restraints.
My voice is in my words.
Painted across eyelids.
Scattering across imaginative minds.

I'm part of negative trying to create the
most positive thought I could only conceive of.
I love you.
I repeat it over and over.
Because I'm left with only so many syllables.
So many lines struck with my entire being.

I'm gripped with a passion.
Consumed with the need to tell you everything.
The curve of your face.
The way the sound of your voice.
Caressing me in places that turn me into ashes.
I'm burning.

Lying awake each night.
Thinking.
Tossing and turning.
How best to make your day shine.
For your perfection to be noted.
To be historic.

"I love you"

Is the raiment's of my struggling heart.
Trying to find the perfect words.

To express,

Why I only have eyes for you.

• On Monday, May 4, 2009, Sin (1406) wrote:
  
  usually its the most important things that stick in our throats. i thought this captured that tongue-tied feel perfectly ~k
  
  
• On Monday, May 4, 2009, Believer (81) wrote:
  
  this was beautiful. i only wish i could find someone to write/express similar sentiments for me. ..i very much enjoyed this.