I Still Hear You Say.

A poem about defunct love.

You speak to me
As the phone crackles
Dismay rattles my bones
The signal is mediocre
But I still hear you say
That we're running into misery.

Bombarded by this aching pain
Trusting no one
Fearing the end
As you hang up
My love for you has splitting ends.

Desire is hollow
And I'm now playing with my own blood
Wishing I could drown in it
But I can't bring myself
To cut deeply.

You're were my love
A girl that nurtured my luck
Served me justice and cleaned out
My dirty world.

Riffling through the boxes
Of old dusty pictures
You were truly a fixture
In my daily fight
To win.