Still Broken Hearted

Words,
They used to flow,
Breath,
It used to seep
In and out of the keeps
Of your body.
Light,
It used to sweep
Through you.
You still do
Beam
In the bottom of your heart
Beneath the sorrow
That tore souls apart.

It runs deep
And it drops you
So very far.
But you want to
Continue
And live into
The future.

The pain is
Slight as the curve of her hips
Which he hated,
Big as the vivacious lips
That kissed him
And then rotted
And slipped
Into words we forget.

You should sweep them into the dustbin
And out of the back of your mind,
Pray they fall on the floor
For another girl to find.