bittersweet scars

you were never

 really with me

your mind

 always racing

to far off places

the many faces

 of poetic impulse

lured yourself

 into the rabbit hole

where you stole a taste

of someone else's reality

simple love cannot compete

with the bittersweet scars

 we carve with words

when all we long for

is to be heard

reassured

cured

 of violent voids

that bleed marrow

to dust

lacing lament

with the kind of lust

that thrusts us

 into flames

of futility 

yet

 i wait by that hole

peeking in 

reaching in

steeping

into silence

picking

 at the rust

that corrodes

my heart

i start to wonder

if you’re ever coming out

© jd