Over Time

Over 

Time 

Time 

Time 

Time 

 

Trust becomes a four letter word
missing you. 
It’s not that I don’t forgive you, 
it’s just that time doesn’t
heal all wounds. 

Love is a seductive enemy, 
equipped with
razor-sharp lips
and teeth like anchors
sinking into your skin. 
Some call them love bites, 
I like to think of them
as flesh wounds. 

There is a woman
who manifests herself under my chest
and beats my heart
to the rhythm of a steel pan. 
She makes joy seem like a pleasure cruise
through my blood. 
She clogs my arteries
with a smile that can thrust me
into cardiac arrest. 

She swam through my veins, 
a captain of condolences, 
a leader of lethargy. 
She never missed a beat, 
but missed the comfort of when
she would sleep
in the crux of my smile.
All of her weight forced it down
into a silent smolder,
a damsel of inevitable destruction. 

Sink your teeth further, darling. 
Pull me to the depths of your belly. 
I promise I won’t pull myself to shore. 
I’d rather drown in your demise
than pull another trigger. 

Over time, 
trust becomes a four letter word
missing you
and my skin heals, 
slightly off colored. 
Bruised.