fallen out of love

I am bored with love

and it's passionless limbs

that drape over my bed

in a lethargic state of impotence

while wearing the same red heart

my soul picked up hitchhiking

off highway serendipity



Now here we are

alone in togetherness

trying to build dreams

with two by fours and glue,

but even a home

won't tie us together

when our hearts live alone



Poetic vows cliched

into nothingness

like all words do, eventually

and we allowed

our bodies to become

another pair of hollow shadows

that make love to a wall

instead of each other

and we wonder why

the roses are dying