~
Heart:
porous honeycomb
whose multitudes of caverns
I mistook for
emptiness.
Heart--
whose beat
I likened to the pulsate of
a lacklustre neon sign
advertising the vacancy
of roach-infested motels
located on the outskirts of
indifferent highways
in the hopes
that someone
will stay the night.
I don't mean sex,
for the record--
I mean someone
anyone
who would wait out my
storms with me.
Even when I'd smash
champagne bottles against
the headboard
or throw fists at the walls
shards detonating upon
freshly fallen plaster.
When the boarders left,
they left at midnight
after I'd fallen asleep,
a crystallization of frost
settling onto my hibernating lashes.
I equated the uninhabited rooms with
desolation.
In reality,
they were merely vessels
for better furnishings.
To anyone
who treated friendship like it was a
strategy
instead of a
mutually empathetic connection;
to anyone
who engulfed me
in their own downpour
but were unwilling
to offer up their shoulder
as a lighthouse
when I'd lost my way:
consider this your
final eviction notice.*
*I've come to understand the difference between being left, and letting someone leave; often, the heart recognizes and evicts the parasites we host, before we, ourselves, realize their parasitic nature.
Image Source:
Daisies surround honey comb gif (n.d.). [image] Available at: https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/honeycomb [Accessed 19 Sep. 2020]
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