Heavy

The sludge in your stomach
black and thick
rolls though your veins
a poisonous display
you breath it, you drink it
you cannot help it, for it stays.

A love
a seemingly easy love
a crown of thorns upon the mantlepiece
is that an elephant in the room?
can I even presume?
It rains.

It soaks your shoes
it soaks your bed
but why the bed?
An easy escape
the window is open
but the sludge thick and grimy
holds you down,
a wave goodbye
a sad display.

You dream of flying
hand in hand
a tree on your wall
painted black and tall
with your lovers hand.

A lovers hand
broken window panes
a screaming fight
a broken night
a poisonous display.

But that is love,
what more can I say?