I am at a loss,
short of breath, short on rest.
Lost somewhere in between
your memories and my dreams.
Dizzy from love,
Misplaced feelings to overcome.
Disoriented and intoxicated
from the volatile fumes you create.
A tragedy in the making
straight from the start.
this fear of a broken heart.
Yet, I am still weakened by your breathing
and the overwhelming feeling
of your skin pressed against me.
Yet, I have already seen our ending.
You are no more than a muse,
My heart I only thought was mending.
But as the seconds tick away the days,
Our love begins to fade.
So, once again,
In the end,
Only art can mend a broken heart.
~zayleen pain 8/28/15