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rk Jul 2020
i can no longer remember
your voice with such clarity
when you'd say my name
in those moments
of temptation
yet i have learned
that hands can remember too,
they twitch and burn
feeling for you in the dark
searching for the fingers
that once wrapped around them
like a phantom limb
the memory of you
scorched into them
too deep to be lost.
- each night my soul leaves my body and finds you.
rk Jul 2020
now i understand,
that i have always
been enough

i just wasn't
enough for you.
rk Jul 2020
365 sunsets
yet i still remember
how your fingertips
danced along
the curve of my hips,
and how much it hurt
when you walked
out the door.

i guess that is the gift
of feeling too much
there will always be
too many memories
slowly burning,
too many words
to describe how i felt.
forever picking
at the wound,
leaving me aching.
- and i will gladly break it, i will gladly break my heart for you.
rk Jul 2020
isn't it strange,
how we are each made
from little scrap pieces
of lovers left behind.
one lovers
favourite coffee order
is still my most reached for,
anothers user name
became endless passwords
and your t-shirt
became all i could sleep in.
i guess those we loved
never really leave us,
and so i wonder
which part of me
you took with you
when you left.
rk Jun 2020
i guess i was the one
foolish enough to believe
that maybe
we might have made it,
to prove fate wrong
and outlive even our own fears.
now i see that i
was just another form
of therapy to you,
an escape from the every day
a hiding place from your demons.
i wish i had realised
that i was just another idea
before i pulled down my walls
one brick at a time,
forgetting that my heart
was only ever
made from paper.
- i never wanted to say goodbye but now i see you already did.
rk Jun 2020
i do not want you
to try to complete
each missing part of me
to make me perfect for you
i want you
to see me perfectly flawed
lost pieces and all
and still want
to light up my darkest shadows
enough to outshine
each star in the sky.
rk Jun 2020
he was crimson fireworks
kissing my horizon,
the sweetest honey
upon my lips
and the milky way
dancing on my skin.
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