Vacancy

Vacancy

This is a love poem

Funny way to start but sometimes we start where we end

Alone

Wondering in the nothing I’ve become

Ready for something new

Thoughts tangled in the chaos of my unkept hair

Folded on itself much like the feeling of peace

Now foreign to my identity

Uncertainty 

Of what life wants with a lonely soul like me

Lost

Home is where the heart is

And my heart packed its bags and left its home

Return to sender

Should you find my heart please return it to me. 

It may not look like much

Lost its color maybe

A few tears and bruises but it’s mine

Mangled and broken but it should be still beating

I’m sure it’s fine

There was a time that I would cry 

My heart’s speak told me it wasn’t my time

However I can’t hear its natural sound

Lost and found

I lost my heart only to find this hole grew and can no longer hold the only thing it knew

Yet what is a heart that no longer has a use

For it has no home with…out…you.

The heart I entrusted you with you kept locked away and speak nothings that aren’t sweet

For you do not speak because your whispers have become weak.

I wait

I wait for you to return to me

In hope to be released from the prison of my mind 

I’ll wait

However long it takes to be vindicated of your crime

I cling to the beat of the heart holding mine dear

For it is the future side effects I fear

I said this is a love poem but not all have a happy ending

Vacant is what you’ve left me

With a hole in the space of where my heart used to beat.