Crumpled Thoughts

My brain crumples
In the vein of a piece of paper.
Alike the one you had
Taped to your dresser,
With the lovely hearts
You drew on each letter I
Now, I’m stuck with
the pen’s ink blots
squiggling off my aura’s eyes.
Rending lines in my mind
Now those titles seem vindictive

And I still see your body painted,
And in everyone else’s faces.
But, oh my lover.
Please don’t take
my mourning and suffers
Upon your shoulders.

I hope she still wears my grandma’s ring.
Tell me, where did all this chivalry go?
I churn over the fact that
I didn’t ask to marry her
She was such a charming girl.
One to dangle atop pearls,
She even counted my medications
As her shaken hands
Molded the colors of the pills
She puts my head back together
So I wouldn't be as disheveled, anymore.

And I still see your body painted,
And in everyone else’s faces.
But, oh my lover.
Please don’t take
my mourning and suffers
Upon your shoulders.

Yet, she was a bride to be.
She could not run away
From they alter with me.
I grind my teeth
With objections screaming so silently.
That man,
Who now is named a husband
Cannot satisfy or treat her right.
Won't you come lay with me tonight?
Because you deserves more
Than your love to be bargained for.

And I still see your body painted,
And in everyone else’s faces.
But, oh my lover.
Please don’t take
my mourning and suffers
Upon your shoulders.

And I still see your body painted,
And in everyone else’s faces.
But, oh my lover.
Please don’t take
my mourning and suffers
Upon your shoulders.

Oh my lover,
Oh my darling,
Please don’t take
My mourning and suffers
Upon your shoulders.