Unnloved_world_by_rahimz_-_copy

the weight of the beauty fills me with an ocean of tears
 my petite frame cannot hold for much longer
i will drown unless


you are frightened
of what, i am not sure
i can only speculate it is the weight of my love.
you take it, pleasure delayer, and the thought of it,
the tangibility of it, is enough for you.
with these crumbs you can survive.
in solitude, perhaps, or with another.

but i cannot live like this, like a vault.
if you contain water for too long, it will evaporate.
the same is true for love.

 

 

 

 

poem © jamie erin 2011