Beatrix Salvador: Poems

I.

in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;

II.

i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.

III.*

I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;

it is not my decision

#love #poem #short #sad #dreams #romantic #melancholy #grief #freeverse

439 · Aug 2015

Rosebite

Beatrix Salvador Aug 2015

Rosebite

i get hungry late one night and
bite the petals from a rose
it tastes bitter

and so
soft

i pretend it is your heart

#love #heartbreak #poem #poetry #short #flowers #melancholy #free #verse

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