The Chaos of Longing (First Edition)

by K.Y. Robinson

don’t string me along but love me like music.

while you’re trying to crawl out of a poem that he never wanted you to write.

you hold your breath hoping it would stop your heart from beating so loudly for him.

i am not a woman of many words unless it is written.

dear writer, i hold onto every word pressed against your pages.

but on these pages, you’ll always breathe even though unrequited love is suffocating me.

i’ve yet to find the equilibrium. i don’t know how to confine my love.

once a heart learns how to break, it does not know how to forget.

they say that patience is a virtue but they never tell you that the heat of waiting will burn you if you linger too long.

i made excuses for you. i accepted apologies you’ve never uttered

you say you crave me but deprive yourself of me.

you jumped the gun but i dodged a bullet.

your belly is too full of my love and i’m always starving for yours.

it’s a shallow grave i’ll never stop bringing flowers to.