my dearest darling,
if only you knew
the sad tale of love
this life has produced
i pen this message
with ink blood and tears
seeking forgiveness
for all of the years
of lovers cheated
and good friendships lost
sentiments squandered
full knowing the cost
poems exhausted
and songs left unsung
speech now long faded
on tongues long left dumb
my own words cut me
sunk deep like a dart
forming an unshapely
poor piece of art
lost treasure afloat
in bottomless sea
promises, secrets
known only to me
i thought i was dead
under warped wood, bent
into ghastly shapes
left exhausted, spent
until you caressed
the glass of my neck
saw through into me
straight passed the shipwreck
you lifted me from
the lonely ocean
captured with your hands
all my devotion
read every wrinkle
of this confession
written on my face--
my heart's repression
take each desire
and want undreamed of
and plant them inside
of you, my last love
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