I. The question hangs a hook through my pink cheek. How did you do that thing that you did to my heart?
II. Because isn't the real tragedy how you found yourselves in one another? How you took one brief look into the mirror of her, turned around and walked away?
V. Her name is a wooden ship. To try and force it into his glass bottle heart would only break her.
VII. What is the name of the place that everyone can see is burning but no one can feel the effects of the smoke or the heat of the flames except the place? And that place is not a place but a person? And that person is the eye in my poems only it's my real life body that aches. And isn't that love? Not being able to see the explosion even though you are the one holding the bomb? And the bomb is also you.
VIII. The girl's hair turns to forget-me-nots in time. Her bones softened to willow branches. Her chest is now a cabinet of well-stacked cigar boxes. Caskets carrying memories, she is slow turning to ash. In lieu of conversations she passes smoke. The girl collects seashells. Still, remembering is her favorite past time. She cannot hold her heart up without trembling so she hides it away in bottomless midnights, which are her grief, but are also her lust. The girl is now a girl who is also whale, full of unoccupied space and it's tragic how she displaces her emptiness with loneliness. How she wants and wants and wants and needs to know why. Why the boy might want to live so far away from her now when his house is just a couple block south of ten minutes and all that space lays still. Loud as a snail's cry Wouldn't I know about crawling up inside one's self? Wouldn't I know about a body full of waiting and a floor clean as a plate in a cupboard holding nine other plates on top of it, how it's so unbearable? Holding love. How it makes the girl feel helpless. This period of heavy pockets of change her heart is unwilling to make. IX. Did you hear me? I said I love you. I said I still love you. Still... you. ~~~ #unrequitedlovein9parts #sabrinabenaim #excerpt #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #poem #poems #poetry #words #love #loss #pain #brokenhearted #heartbroken #heartbreak #missingus #imissyou #mylittlehb #TG