let the edges blur,
easier to see
muted silhouettes
with your amber hair.
your words, once easy
to swallow when you
stained my lips crimson,
leave a bitter taste.
like the aching in
my outstretched arms,
clung to expectation,
fallen in defeat.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
let the edges blur,
easier to see
muted silhouettes
with your amber hair.
your words, once easy
to swallow when you
stained my lips crimson,
leave a bitter taste.
like the aching in
my outstretched arms,
clung to expectation,
fallen in defeat.
