I Am A Poet

The mountain of my forever keeps piling up The tired lines of sweetheart I’m sorry has expired And the love I have for you still lives? Something’s wrong, no this can’t be right I thought I left you on the sidewalk of yesterday I am a poet whose ran out of room for your long stories and Tran descending words And for the 1st time my eyes sparkled Like the sight of diamonds glaring into the sun My lips, silent from being mute No longer Will I stand on the sideline and hold my heart What’s been stepped on by remorseless shoes My hair hangs low because the wind appreciates it And the edges of my ankles cause me to stand Stand up for what I’ve lost Time can’t wind back what I’ve lost And all the poems I’ve written with rash hands and brittle bones Painted nails like rubies, sapphires, and marigolds Glitter at the moon light and burned evanescence The edge of my cheeks stained by tears And scarred ribs from you clawing out my heart I’ve painted a vital image from my heart for you Like some artist looking for a cheap thrill So is it wrong to call you mine since I painted you? And captured your brown skin like pain in a bottle I am a poet And these lines I write with fluorescent ink Mean nothing to the rhythm of your heart Our hearts don’t match the same beat The metronome is broken So the music between us stopped playing And pretty soon you start singing a new song I am a poet Not some distant memory you forgot 2 seconds ago And when you walk away I hope karma trails behind you Because you leave a stench of love is a game on your garments And every time you hugged me I never realized it smelled so loudly Loud enough to know that you don’t know me I am a poet