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You are the sweetest of my torments.
You're the tangible torture of citrus
The bite followed by the ****
Fresh and unbearable in the same instance

You're the lemon zest scent;
Sultry, as I quarter fruit
In my hot summer kitchen.
You're the juice in the cut
As the knife knicks my thumb;
The sweetness meeting the wild coppery tang
of blood in my mouth.

You're in the twist in my chest
That exists somewhere between my heart and my stomach
Both organs being wrenched apart...
When I see your picture
And remember that we haven't spoken in months.
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 Jul 2015 Vijayasankar
KLi
It’s how you caressed your paint brush
Like a magic wand
which added color to that plain ground
that captured my heart
At that very moment,
I know I’m yours forever
No, not my body, nor my mind
But my soul
It’s now yours, only yours
What a wonderful person he is
I said to myself
I painted a picture of us
In my mind we’re together
I had an illusion that we have
a very promising future in coming days or sooner
My mind went wild
created stories within blinks of my eyes
You were meters away
But in my thoughts
We are talking
We’re in love
Until a woman came
Went by your side
My world was shattered
Into purely fine pieces
I fell
I broke
You’re in love
Not with me
But with her
 Jul 2015 Vijayasankar
Ash
I live a deathless death,
You said you loved me then you left,
I saw it in your bottomless brown eyes,
All the love you'd ever felt for me had died,
Died like my heart, soul, and mind,
Without you,
I'm blind,
Oblivious to the rest of the world,
Ever since your love for me grew old,
I guess it is true what they say,
You'll always love the one that got away.
 Jul 2015 Vijayasankar
Sandy
you
 Jul 2015 Vijayasankar
Sandy
you
How foolish
of me
to love him
like he was anything but
human,

to let him teach me
everything

except

how to survive
without him.
 Jul 2015 Vijayasankar
Gabrielle
I awoke in a mask of makeup and blood
Caked-up and confused, I stood
Scraped away at my crusted face

I'm surprised by the sweet words flowing from your swollen mouth
Because I know that you don't remember my name, but you say you love me anyway
I rub my skin raw
And scrub my teeth 'til they bleed
My mouth tastes like yours,
But you don't mean a thing to me anymore.
September 2013

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