Two days drowning in the cacophonous silence of chaos
Burrowing deep into my waterlogged bones two
Nights kept alive by remnants of a forgotten time,
Foggy after-images of thunderstorms and
Learning to dance in the exuberant rain;
An under-developed photo.
Colours, that what you were. Chasing clashing carnival
Two days burning alive.
One day I'll turn to ashes, I swear.
These flames burn blue,
They burn with heat of missing you;
Grim golden, sorry scarlet
Do you miss me too? I try
Not to think (I do) but you slither inside my
Mind like tongues
Don't you know I'll burn you
Do you remember that sunset we spent on the cliff like lust-filled teenagers?
We were feather-light then, floating to wherever the
Wind blew us to. Wanderlust coated our skin a pearly white and there were
Nothing but sheets between us; a shimmering
Faultline we dared not cross.
(You probably forgot)
The way my heart felt as you cradled it in your sleeve.
In that moment I realised all I could ever be was stone
Cold, heart sold
You carved me a rose, I threw you a hose
Its my fault,
I should've known all I ever did was water you down,
Dim your spark.
Its my fault,
Forgive me for letting you drown.
I want you to know this:
I'm sorry for ever meeting you.
Sometimes I wonder, what were the chances?
Seven billion other souls to ignite,
But the Devil chose you.
I don't regret anything, the pain, the
Charred black bond we used to share
Darling, you don't deserve hell like me.
No one deserves hell like me
Don't worry sweetie, they could never steal us,
Not the memories at least:
I've locked them away for another hour, another
Time, another age to savour:
The son of Man and the Devil's daughter.
I was selfish, but please
Promise me one thing.
Don't ever forget me, will you?
Not when the tides turn, not even
when hell burns. *
So one more day passes agonizingly, then two
The seconds fall like honey, I can't bear to look at you
Day three, I'm taking a breath and gathering my courage
I watch as you approach me and my pumpkin carriage
Is that longing on your face or am I imagining things?
I'm not prepared for this-the room starts to spin
Three metres, two metres, one and oh ****.
My mouth feels too dry, I'm going to be sick.
-An uncomfortable silence-
So, are we still--
The smile that he smiles has me held tongue-tied*
Well, at least it better than saying goodbye.
Why did I make myself sad :/