Modern Romanticism

A wild taste
of our empathetic journey
leaves us murdered,
leaves us open.
Are you hearing this?
A heart has fallen
in love, with a stone,
has found itself alone.

Am I hearing you?
You are a step too heavy
to keep walking upon,
because I cannot get rid
of what resides.

You’ll pay your price,
just as I will – the tenants
of our hearts
will not be evicted,
without freedom for what
holds us, on a line.

We’ve said this, twice,
though gave our hurts
a third chance.
Those vivid memories
were not enough,
will not be enough
to stop us,
from screaming.