Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

bondage 

 

maybe you're my cure

maybe you're just my ailment

crawl into my veins

i want to taste your chaos

free me of the bondage of myself

let me unravel

hide my secrets in your bones

i don't know if i need you,

but i want you

let us kiss as the ocean kisses the shore;

we can be just as mercurial

for i am moody as the moon and maybe one 

day we'll decide to join as one

forevermore

kiss beneath an audience of stars and sun

dance with the wolves and fly with

the birds. 

beautifully broken 

 

is my heart a consequence of

war or peace?

that i do not know,

but i feel the most at peace

when everyone around me is in 

pieces;

it reminds me that i'm not the only

one that's broken

perhaps that's selfish—

i just can't help but be anyone but me

beautifully broken

heart bleeding and soul screaming

into being,

but you smiled at me;

could it be that you love me, too?

i hope so,

sometimes being alone is such a burden

then again

being around people can be too;

you look like you understand

that.

maybe one day 

 

your bones may be heavy,

but i'd gladly carry

them

because everyone has secrets

no one ever listens

long enough to hear mine;

maybe you would

you don't seem the type that would

blow me off like the rest

of humanity has—

we're misfits you and i

beautifully broken and equally misunderstood

maybe we should speak but when i go

to speak to you i feel foolish

i curl all my waves and words inward

salt myself with desire and yearning

that i project upon you

i scold myself,

and you walk past me yet again;

maybe one day i'll get it

right.