Untitl'd, there's no poetry for this

     
       
Had told them “keep your paper gods”,      
    Ive my own ..      
whom exfoliates the illusions away      
you were the one thing that remain'd constant        
in my life .. until you didn't        
       
 the moon went fr’m being majestique      
 to splinter’d then morph’d  into symptoms        
of something perverted:      
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away        
the Gift of Trust      
     ..  that I lov’d a little too deeply        
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..      
       
hours turn’d into years…      
reflections refus’d to fade..      
realisation wouldn't lend me peace with      
knowing that I’d  made  nor creat’d love        
with anoth’r   or  slept naked upon anothr's        
 lips   b e f ore  ;        
                 you   were   my  truth      
who craved honest reciprocation,        
who when need'd most to undress thus        
dismantle for a while and just be cared      
 for      
       
and there I was trapp’d  between velvet        
conflict and shame, no long’r protected      
 ..  . just…just a miscarried heart        
without an appetite which couldn't        
out write the pain      
       
exposed for all to see me      
missing  being nestled against an age old        
lov’r  filled with all my secrets:        
when you would pull my whispers        
close ...close enough to hear , to feel each        
word shatter within every  breath taken;      
       
so I've stuff'd soft spoken epistles along        
the edges of open cuts and bruises that        
crowded my esophagus from swallowing        
perfum’d bones of us      
       
yet there's one thing that still shakes my        
core was the sound of fear, raw moving love,        
shock, pain, guilt unveil'd all through your        
 voice on that early morning,        
       
it's strange because every lifetime we've        
shared I had always been there.. .      
waiting..cloth’d in ntense love  and desire      
for you, those moments I  truly knew nothing      
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Howlings