My heart drips in stains on the kitchen counter
For desperation of an artificial love
That will last forever drenched in lies.
My brain melts from my hearts compassion
Life seems real without you speaking the words I want to hear.
A child, I was wrapped in your warmth,
Forgiving of your faults, especially your truths that were false.
My memories stretch to find what was right,
The find is within my soul, embedded with trash
A metal plug stricken through
To ignore all other feelings of love.
Black orchid leaves fall
Behind closed eyes
And a tortured mind.
My hands touch every inch of me that was yours,
Like the black orchi