Broken Suitcase

I carry the burden of your love

Around, like a broken suitcase

With twisted locks,

And an empty box.

Your love is useless

To me, I ought to cast it off

From the highest peak!

And laugh with relief.

But my hearts tied in chains,

In a prison of my own making

Shaken, with the knowledge

That your smile can never be taken

From me, it’s burned my memory.

I am lost, swirling in a dark sea

Of touch and sensuality

Your long ago love

Suffocates me,

Then allows me breathe

Painfully.

It’s a deadly addiction

A terrible affliction of the heart,

Completely eclipsing

All sense and reason

Why does freedom sound like treason

To me?

Oh lord, be merciful to me

I am the Atlas of the sky

Carrying an impossible

Weight, I will not let

This love taint me.

I will hurl the suitcase to the terrible sea

Let loose the sky from its place

And let it come crashing down on me

I will die, but my death will not be

As I carry the burden of love with me.