Wide-eyed, taking deep breaths
take in the forest and my home
the horizon painted with goodbye
pick up a pen, a camera
try to capture it, contain it
but it always overflows
unable to be trapped and measured
breaking beyond the walls I built
to form a home around it.
Give up, the past is gone.
Just like life, uncontrollable
a vast fountain overflowing
ever moving, ever changing
gone the moment you catch it
slipping from grip too soon.
-Zero
I recognize the look in their eyes:
my presence is a promise of romance.
they tell me not to break your heart
how many times have we gone down this
road now?
Our hearts battered and beaten – and
tired
of all the chaos romance has brought,
wouldn't it be nice to leave that
behind?
Let's meet up and chat over a cup of
coffee
longing glances absent, no confessions
of love;
I want to defy their constant
expectations,
teach my heart how to take a break
even though you're sitting across from
me.
-Zero
I swore myself to you
seared my vow into my skin
so all could question its meaning –
its truth
that would brand me
a heretic and a fool
(but what's the difference?)
The words trace my every vein
unreadable scrawls awaiting to be
struck out
with a scalpel to extract the
truth my soul
spilling out onto paper
but I can't make the cut
(when will you be
satisfied?)
The mirror stares my promise back
my eyes quiver away into dark sockets
I left the scalpel on the table
my fingers shake at its could touch
I wish I could do more.
(could I leave this vow unbroken?)
-Zero
