A twisted poem about a dark, one sided love affair. |
-When Everything Else Is Gone- by Keaton Foster A wilderness of bones Forever home In death she remains In shame I still live I placed her there After I throttled my hands Around her neck Killer be kind I do my best to visit her Alone is a fate That she does not deserve I place non indigenous flowers Upon her shallow grave For only a few days they survive For only a few days could she be found Happenstance waiting upon barren earth No one comes this way No one knows these woods like I As a terrified child I use to hide out here It was much safer than my home Much safer than my skin and bones No one cared when I was gone No one ever came looking for me Her and I met one hot summer Sweet sixteen’s turning seventeen First to be late lovers We quickly turned into fools She tried to move on I certainly could not I brought her out here Back when she was alive She loved the trees and screamed Of what it would mean to be able To remain in such a beautiful place I took her words to heart I buried her under a stand of old oaks Trees that have been around Probably since the dawn our time Trees that hold many dark secrets Beneath the shade of their outstretched branches When everything else is gone I am sure that they will stand Never again will she A wilderness of bones Forever home In death she remains In shame I live I placed her there Killer be kind I do my best to visit her I do my best to let her know That I still care as I did before This place is sacred to me The salvation of what I’ve done Lays buried deep at my feet She is free and in many ways Her and I are still in love A one sided affair of my heart Has grown beyond all control I am sure that she knows But in death all of our secrets Will forever be kept When everything else is gone Her and I are all that we will have… When Everything Else Is Gone Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |