1 x another sad love poem

Can poems be said to be a refuge? 

A veiled bursting of emotions disguised as nothing more than an incomprehensible block of text. This one was written after i drank too much fizzy lemonade after a run, which now seems like an eternity ago. 

Unconvinced 

Walks home alone 

at night  

Chilly rainy days under covers 

that seem too large 

That one blues song that gets you every time

Every single time. 

Our present silence is like a tapestry 

dismembered 

by doubts that roar fearlessly 

Omnipresent in being, 

intangible in combat, 

irrefutable in will 

Why should we plant flowers 

in soil with 

no sunrise reconciliation, 

where twilight tears threaten 

to drown? 

As for your love,  

I am still 

very much, 

Unconvinced.