Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Hollow Heart

Red welts rise to my cheeks,
Wind and rain and fire lashing,
Burning and stinging from the inside out.
Raw tears fall
And I can't feel anything but the drowning.
Of all but this wound,
All but this love that yearns only to breathe,
Only to be matched,
And trusted,
And held.
Only to be with you.

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