To love

Your untold perfection, such promise was true...

Your untold perfection, such promise was true,
Led me to think that that One was you.
Blind to my own faults, the warnings unheard,
I’m now in a dark room, my heart left unspared.

I ask myself questions: how, what, when and why? Thus
Abandoned to hold the funeral of Us.
Stalked by monsters of self-loathing and pity;
The twisted form of your only sympathy.

My muted screaming falls on deaf ears,
Your kindness rains down on me like tears.
Tears cleanse me, feed the emptiness
Inside that lusts for purity.

I only ever wanted to be someone,
Joined with someone, held by someone
You threw open the door and I hit my head
But how can I open my heart If I’ve nothing left to open?

I paid my price in blood and silver coins,
Your debt answered with meagre pains.
Watching and waiting and whispers
“Come back to me” I loathe.

You cut my hands, bind my mind,
Yet offer me your guard,
My faith soaring as a dove,
To greet you, o’ dearest Love.

By: Jonathan Guckian