Your blank soul reminded me of why
I imagined in the first place;
I am laying on your back while
You neglect my swollen torso;
Because you were always right.
I held on for so long and didn’t
Break my palms waiting for the rain.
I cannot be changed
And the concrete heart beats
Inside this tunnel has turned
Into blackened nothings.
You are my everything in everything
And still;
You break this poem into places
Into blank faces into crying pens
Without a fragrance.
I cannot be changed in your senses
I cannot be changed in your senses.
Break open my wall and listen
To my concrete heart beating;
I became stubborn in your gone.
