When I look at these sheets.

When I look at these sheets.

When I look at these sheets! 

When I look at these sheets! I know you were once here, 

Here, on this wrecked bed, here you called home, 

Here you weren’t afraid to be vulnerable; 

You would undress your soul complete,  

Your reckless nature coming alive and bare 

And I remember your eyes gazing aflame 

And I remember your body speaking a language, 

Your sweats reeking of love! 

Now all see are these sheets; cold and scattered, 

Yellowing in the folds,  

The bed’s silence mocking me loud! 

And piled in the sheets still is your perfume, 

To haunt me, I think! 

They’re still soaking in your last tears 

Of your last night here 

When your heart was breaking and cracking  

In millions of pieces! 

Now as I look at them, I remember your face slain,  

Slain for a man that didn’t know how to hold a woman, 

A woman aflame with love, her spirit melting  

And heart poised for a sacrifice  

To a man who couldn’t slaughter! 

These sheets beg me to regret and cry,  

To live looking back to nothing, 

They beg me to suffer and live sorry, forever! 

They don’t know that my heart breaks every day, 

That my tears never cease to flow 

And I’ve killed myself countless times for you; 

My life forever remains a burden! 

EzroniX Poetry.