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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