My Bullet Heart Has Blown Up

Your eyes
Like a late autumn afternoon wind
Melting the leaves from its tree

Eyes that make me shed tears so hard
Past my cheeks
On to my lips
Pouring on to the ground

Waived goodbye to the grey skies
Welcomed sunshines cascading over me

....Such bliss
Belonging now to yesterday

This bullet I have for a heart has blown up

Hiding
Crawling in fear
Yet I still wait for you hear

Your cold-ignoring expressions
I fear
Clenched are my teeth
...As I reminisce
Balled up are my fists

Draining in dismay
The rain follows me again today
Scouring the blue depth
Obscuring my reflective ways

Maybe some day
We'll flow together again

This bullet I have for a heart has blown up

Now
Quietly....
I await your departure

Apologies for cowering in this paranoia

(This poem was inspired by an author of whom I can't remember the name, but I'm sure if he reads it he might know what I'm talking about. Any way, I would like to thank him.)