Floodgates

How could I ever write again after what you did. Kicked my heart out through my chest. My body tries to feel love for another, but my heart— now buried in the ocean locked in a chest covered in chains, somehow is still beating. I barely feel it, but I prayed for it back. What you did actually killed me, whoever I was. Whimsy, filled with roses and sour candy cover in fresh honey. She is just a memory. I’m someone who believes in God and yet I try and conjure her like a spirit. With deep strokes he erases you out of my body. But the essence of my heart still lingers behind and you like a ghost roam and haunt me after I release. These new heights you never could reach. I cast you out and burn your remains with every lie that caused me pain. When it rains I remember every train. The Yankees play and I cringe. Someone please pass the syringe. Every show I watch says your name. These drugs aren’t strong enough this September. Next time I’ll tell him to go deeper— not that he needs to.

I just want you gone for good.