aspiring author. any feedback is greatly appreciated and will be treasured close to the space where my heart should be.
aspiring author. any feedback is greatly appreciated and will be treasured close to the space where my heart should be.
I wasn’t always this way.
Once,
I held love
Instead of hate
In my ribcage.
Once,
I held another
With delicacy
Instead of crudeness
In my phalanges.
Once,
My bones
Cared.
These bones
Cared.
That time is over now.
This world
Hurt her.
It hurt her
So much
That she had
To leave it.
She had
To leave
Me.
It’s your fault.
It’s all of your faults
That she left me.
I m...
When it happens;
When her lip gloss leaves me sticky,
When her lashes brush my cheeks so perfectly violently,
When her tongue leaves my mouth begging to be filled again,
I feel it.
I feel her.
I feel the pull.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I fall.
I fall vulnerable.
I fall so far under her spell that
I can’t stop her until it’s too late;
Until her drug flows down my throat and seeps through my body...
After the storm
She left the football game early
And held back her dripping mascara.
After the storm
She stepped into the car
And took off her white jacket.
After the storm
She went to her closet
And cried for an end to the pain.
After the storm
She shuffled their playlist
And vowed never to listen again.
After the storm
She ignored all his texts
And her friends would pick up to her crying.
A...
His mirror buildings
Kiss her coral skies,
Carress the parting daylight
With screams of agony.
He reaches,
But she is already gone.
Cherry blossoms
Paint the echo
Of her skin;
A final gift
To ease the parting blow.
His many eyes fill
With tears of light
As iridescent sadness
Spreads throughout
The city
And into the suburbs.
For his love
Has left him forever.
Or at least until tomorrow....
Silken stares
And wildfire glares
Never meant much to me babe
Not ever like this
Never ever like this
Your fingerprints
Left a tattoo on her shoulder
It burns bright in bold
When I see her face
You should’ve seen your face
When she rode into town
On that soft Sunday morning
With the sun in her hair
And the wind in her face
Then my eyes were a mirror
So when you looked at me all that you saw was ...