Open Words

I am open 

not sweet like jam on toast

but broken

pieces of me scattered

on cold linoleum 

it's only when 

the lights go 

that I am strong enough

to cry for me 

for what I was 

what I wish 

but I am this

and I can't fix fast enough

and I have had enough

of love 

to know 

I'm done with it

I've come with it

as far as I can go

and no, love never made me promises

and it was always honest

yet

it let me believe didn't it

it let me swim in the warmth of it

all the while warning me

that I could drown

but how

could I even focus

in a field of amber colored roses

fast forward to the future

and I am open, broken

didn't see it coming

I was too busy loving 

and that's it, what it does this love

it lulls you into complacency

whispers

stay with me 

and really it means well 

and truly it seems, well 

like maybe it could in fact

be always

but always 

has an expiration date

and I have passed it 

have tasted its bitter remnants

floating listless in my sentiments

unmoving yes

but spoiled nonetheless

there are no glues for this

my heart is used to it

it's time that I 

put away what's left and let

the memories collect 

their dust

like all things best forgotten 

cause I am done with love

we had our summers

and I am weak from them

I no longer believe in them 

I thought love

you were all of 

the everything I'd heard of 

and perhaps you could be 

but not for me 

you were always far too sweet

you kept being

that nearly perfect dream 

that I never got to finish

I am no longer

sweet and soft

but lost 

like words left unspoken 

I, in the wake of love

am open