My heart became a chasm of nothingness On the day I realized that love is And forever must be, to claim its essence A study in imperfection. I fled home, to the towers of my inebriated fantasy To make mirrors of my heart and soul. Behind the shattered glass Is a mist too grey to see through, A dull sheen that no sun Can hope to brighten with its warmth. A heart betrayed by its own Overpowering love Teaches itself to become numbed to pain I’ve learned to check my pulse twice To see if it’s still beating. I am growing so weary of this burden that is my intellect I am a child enriched by the lands of literature Yet lacking in the most basic of Experiences necessary to growth. I yearn to bask in the depth of my emotion Bathing in the purest form of poetry. Yet I chase the smoke of a fire Burned to embers long ago.