M.F. VanDeburgh poetry.
in the remnants of a dusty cabinet I found
and touched a hastily scribbled confession
from you to yourself
promising to never render yourself
defenseless
when I hold your handwriting and close my eyes
my vision doesn’t leave me
just disguises itself as the ghost of you
undressing by candlelight
I remember you in a life that seems to be
not my own
you owned everything I craved
I caved and now I’m insatiable
that withered rose hanging where our picture used to be
will never replace the wildflowers I picked
from the side of a beat and broken asphalt road
for forgiveness
leave me alone tonight
I can’t take your plight so lightly anymore
my bedroom door shut and locked tight
still you guide your icicle fingers
into everything I dream
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