Their five days(5) in a week
include the weekend (2)
makes seven(7)

tomorrow @ 12 am is the 31st
which makes eleven(11) since
my life was affected

infected by this sadness which
has operated in a moderate rate
slowly devouring my being in whole
but doing it in sections

still can't believe
though their no relieve
to the fact
that the five years(5)
we spent connected
are now deceased

I still think when I press
those ten(10)
every night when i lay in bed
that I'll be able to correct
or at least intersect
but I hear a recording
a notice of disconnect

how easily
things were swept
into a dark closet
padlock door
dismal ending
filled with regret
while one remembers
and the other forgets

A cellar
made from an a rubik's cube
with no exit nor direction
just images and sentiments
torn to shred by rejection

my heart taboo'd and tattoo'd
so in the afterlife
long after my heart has stopped
it's beat
my spirit will still ache
for your whispers
and expressions
for you have
left an impression

a dire desire
to love me
accompanied by
the need to hurt me
for the sins of the past
turned into a menacing
obsession

cursed to walk this earth
an emotional disturb soul
hollowed by your hand
stressing over the lost
of a blessing
1/20/16
7/11
I love you
happy birthday