An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
AVP
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
AVP
He saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside
the splinters of a broken table.
avp
thickly layered and fragile
she sat in her safe space
framed by the things she’d become.
jealous for never taking chances
or challenging her truths
made of glue and antiseptic.
avp
with the flowers quickly fading
and his parents passed,
he listened for their whisper through the rain
just to have some small hope
he wasn’t alone.
avp
within the broken heart
is a voice without a sound,
birds without a song,
stained glass without light,
stars without the night,
healing without mistakes
and a life without love.
avp
with no thoughts or prayers
he packed up his stuff
and walked through the door of his own secret self,
turning back momentarily to watch
the leaves fall on his bed.
avp
hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
avp
looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.
avp
sitting in his chair of discouragement
weaving individual threads of pain,
he created a blanket of
sadness scrawling across the floor.
avp
feeling unnoticed,
he continued to put himself in the
way of his own beauty.
avp