How to cope with rejection

My heart is a heavy-footed child, unregistered severity with every beat.

I have a problem with falling asleep staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, back in town.

Raising for my defence, I’ll admit it! my mistake! I condemn all the carelessness through which I set out for a dream.

But, (for there is always a but)

I couldn’t help but feel certain that it was you, the other half of my soul.

But!

I insist on what I saw when I took your hand in my head, profess it was nothing if not the most honest wish to feel it just once.

I love impulsively and not faultlessly, casting a ten-foot rod into a shallow pond- waiting maybe three seconds until deciding to go after a stream up north, wandering higher until I find myself floating upon the clouds.

Here is where I find you, where I picture the gods forged your soul. I will worship you, I will let my will evaporate. Until I forget my intention to catch something, I couldn’t possibly reach the river from this height.

And waking up heavy, to the same old scraped knees, the clouds will evaporate and in the fog I will hear how I begged for you, to save me.

Scorched by my greed, I feed my starvation like I tend a flame I want to burn brighter than the sun. If I am burning, I can’t consider.

If I imagine myself broken, it is only between the hinges of a door I close and close again. I see myself in broken glass.  

And behind the curtain, I present a portrait of the paint that dries on itself, desperately misunderstood in the attempt to make a landslide, the reckoning. If I am not floating im dying, biting, bleeding.  

I loved, I did.

that cannot be taken