Fainting Goat

My world has been stained pale green.
The clear depths of the deep blue are now a shade of pale turquoise.
Amber light filters through the foliage,
into the hollow cavern that has replaced my heart.

I like to write poems 

bejeweled with heartbreak philosophy 

In which i equate the illusion of love to 

Religious salvation.

(Something real for many, yet not quite tangible)

You shape us

physically and mentally

emotionally and metaphorically

you make fun of us

for finding the flaws

the sketchy parts

in your systems

saying

teenagers these days

Love 

Is like light 

Is like a rose 

Growing from the darkened depths 

Of a blackened bramble 

Climbing through the soil 

I love you.

I know that’s just me

And you

And there are hundreds

Of millions

Of haters

Of hated.

But I love you.

But you’re my best friend.

I love you for phone calls

the air tastes like honey and promise 

sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

the sky drips blue 

stretching wider every afternoon