matters of her

no matter how bad it hurts
she still keeps
pounding
in her cave

each pound reminds me
that my hell continues
til
she decides to

stop

when will she decide
that i have
had enough
breaking
and repairing

when?

will the pain
surrounding
her finally push her to
surrender and

succumb

if she turned
to stone
un-penetrable

would the heavy
weight of her
pounding granite
feel

better

than the empty
pain of
want

her presence
leaves little
room

to breathe

i feel her laying
slightly to
my left
warming
revitalizing
pushing me

but i don’t
want her there
anymore
i
don’t
think

she drags me
kicking and
screaming
to bliss


then she leaves
me
to navigate
her journey

alone