Broken Suitcase
I carry the burden of your love
Around, like a broken suitcase
With twisted locks,
And an empty box.
Your love is useless
To me, I ought to cast it off
From the highest peak!
And laugh with relief.
But my hearts tied in chains,
In a prison of my own making
Shaken, with the knowledge
That your smile can never be taken
From me, it’s burned my memory.
I am lost, swirling in a dark sea
Of touch and sensuality
Your long ago love
Suffocates me,
Then allows me breathe
Painfully.
It’s a deadly addiction
A terrible affliction of the heart,
Completely eclipsing
All sense and reason
Why does freedom sound like treason
To me?
Oh lord, be merciful to me
I am the Atlas of the sky
Carrying an impossible
Weight, I will not let
This love taint me.
I will hurl the suitcase to the terrible sea
Let loose the sky from its place
And let it come crashing down on me
I will die, but my death will not be
As I carry the burden of love with me.