Anna Chapman

Always Only Mine - Poem by Anna Chapman

You speak your life in poetry.

Your heart broke like ice on the tin roof,
wide and running, over metal, overhead.
Then it fell, on a mission,
over the edges.

You cried up a lonely midnight,
infinite black and starless depth.
As vast as the grief you've promised yourself
until the day of your death.

I could sink my fingers
into a red seeping pain,
as visible as the breaths
that you struggle to take.

But I only want to help.
Always. Only. Better. For you, baby.
I'll gather you up sweet
with those 'things that were done.'
Call them lessons,
though I wish I could wish them away.
And I'll take care of you tenderly, my poet
Always. Only. Better. For you.

Comments about Always Only Mine by Anna Chapman

  • (12/24/2004 1:28:00 PM)

    Thats just too much I think I just figured myself out thanks to you (Report)Reply

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  • (12/24/2004 8:53:00 AM)

    Very touching piece. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/23/2004 4:07:00 PM)

    Very nice and warm.
    He is lucky.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 23, 2004

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