Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 25, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-25-03 tuesday 7:32pm brick NJ

on the first day i made love to you in my mind.
on the second day i had already decided
that this love was forever.

on the third day is when i realized
it would always be an requited love.
and on the fourth day i wrote the first
of many verses because;

on the fifth day i tried to call,
but you didn't answer,
so by the sixth day i was certain
i'd found my heaven and that
it just would not let me in;

and on the last day i rested,
on the last day i rested
my broken heart and began
waiting for it to mend,
on the seventh day i rested
since from the first day
my heart had already been broken.

and every day which came after
those first seven only found
me loving you more,
only found new places
in me to bleed,

every day which came after
that first week seems hardly real,
like those same seven days
repreating indefinitely -

and still it proceeds,
and still i break and i bleed,
and still this love is just as real,
still i know it is mine alone -
from the first day to last,
it has always been,
always will be.