re:can't

I sympathize with suicide and hearts ceasing to beat

I empathize with lovers lost and orphaned in the street

I hunger with the starving heart whose faith is faded gray

I etch your picture on my skin, willing you to stay.

I understand the chosen words that hurt and burn the tongue

I speak them freely, no remose, like bullets from a gun

I paint the sadness from my eyes with lines of black deceit

I lick my wounds with salted lips, vaunt in my defeat

I mourn our life in funeral, wearing the blackest black

I reminisce day's love professed, but moments take it back

I harness every raging wit and quickly scrawl in prose

What's done is done I cannot recant the choices that I chose