Heartbreak Poem by Je'free Y .

If an arsonist only sees flame in every stick,
All I see is the meniscus of my red wine
Until tears are large enough to spill
From the corners of my eyes-
Eyes that are clouds where angels
Unleash raindrops like crystal chains.

In this Alcatraz of time, I wonder
If the fugitive beauty of the hour
Will crawl back in staccato steps;
Or, if the melodious aria of trees will replace
The gossiping of acid stars in the celestial sphere,
And the silent oscillations
In my memory's sarcophagus.

These legs have been lovers
For almost three quarters of a day,
With the feeling of coldness of coins
At the bottom of a well,
As an entourage of freezing fog sets a night
Lonely as a flowerless funeral,
Making me feel hurt in places inside me
I never thought existed.

Happiness must be a narcoleptic
Hushed by the devil, and substitutes are merely
Bushel of pretty leaves pretending to be a tree.
If I will be an unhinged island girdled by sadness
That is like a rustling belt of the mortal sea, then-
I prefer my bloody membranes behind my eyeballs
Cease like that of widow-makers.