Love Letter

I

hand trembling as I write,

the words blurring and clearing

as the tears gather and

fall from my eyes.

vindication runs down my cheeks,

a river through my breasts.

a salty, bitter trail

leaving emptiness (and an itch)

in the wake (or is it jolt?) of

your words.

.nothingness.

an inky mess is left behind as

the saline splatters your words

spreading their now offensive presence…

only pain is erased by pain-

and a promise by a promise.

II

The words form an assembly line

dancing to the bohemian rhapsody,

[gallileo!] one after another

echoes of fading images

reading and re-reading [imjustapoorboy]

momentary pleasure

[nobodylovesme]

till the pain hits

with a heaving

screaming

wailing

[bismillah!]

blank.

III

you find my independence attractive because you are challenged for me to need you. i need you and you leave me.