Solitude - 3 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

ou find words,
Lessons in paragraphs and phrases
That amount to everything that you feel
In your wrenched heart and clenched fist
With the only thing that you have lost,

Innocence, as young as your heart
Bursting between chambers
Now, a lambasting trepidation
You never figure out
How to love, do you?

You end things
Because of the inclination to the only fact
Apart from all the fabled words and tailored stories
That everything has been proven wrong –
It is not,

Nothing is ever wrong
It was your decision
And sadly, brusquely
It was my incision.

That will never, ever heal
With scars as vast as the ocean,
Long like oblivion and the seashores
I am buried deep, underneath
The prickly sand and time-washed face

The blinking Sun lashing everything,
I will forever hold it in me,
That nothing is ever wrong.

Oh and what spiteful sincerity
Your eyes held when you said,
That no one ever lasts over the grass
Beside the trees, parked in the bleak piece of lot
With the car engine sleeping with tiny murmurs

In between, with your hand on the clutch,
My feet on the accelerator
My heart at the deep, abysmal subcompact
Every word transformed into a fan of knives
Transitory feelings from building love
And destroying lives.

Do you lose your sanity before you sleep?
Are you submerged in the subterranean waters of fear,
Lost love, demise, slow passing and fast lying?
Are you? Do you? What are you?

Obscured in my eyes, however, you know too well
That I love obscurity, and most sincerely
I love you,

Until you have learned that everything,
Probably was wrong, and nothing is ever right
From all the places that didn’t catch the light
Of your eyes like sentries, beacons in the dark

My heart will beckon the only truth,
That when you see me with lavish clothes
And a replenishing smile,
I was right,
You were wrong.

Oh, and how wretched love was formed
How accurately stultified it was
By selfishness and deceit

With words such as I promise to come back,
Or never to leave
How insulting
How breaking.