by ISAIAH
I read the contents of your heart clear,
as if the lens were pierced over my iris, sear,
none; the soft-spoken often left unfed, suitcases
left un-freed.
The girl who brings your heart to combustion
glares into the portals leading to your inner oceans.
I believe opposites disintegrate each other’s notions.
Nothing left for you or her to feed on,
your heart of gold and hers of stone
send messages through magnetic fields.
You’re here for her love, she came to steal,
peels, the casing of your heart, and will,
your prior undying self-esteem.
“Love, you stole my light.
Please, let me gleam.”