When I think
About you
I make sure to close the door
To dodge artfully
Your eyes that
Could seek out
The smallest *****
In my armour
Your touch had
A cruelty that could
Draw blood with
A caress
... or was that a slap?
Your words cut me
Off from myself
And everything
That I held dear
Till I fluttered around
You like a kite
Without a string in the
Forlorn sky
Was it love
Or its likeness
That cloaked itself
In hatred
There's a hole
Where my heart
Used to be
A crater that fills
Up with sunshine
When I open the
Door and stop
Thinking of you.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
When I think
About you
I make sure to close the door
To dodge artfully
Your eyes that
Could seek out
The smallest *****
In my armour
Your touch had
A cruelty that could
Draw blood with
A caress
... or was that a slap?
Your words cut me
Off from myself
And everything
That I held dear
Till I fluttered around
You like a kite
Without a string in the
Forlorn sky
Was it love
Or its likeness
That cloaked itself
In hatred
There's a hole
Where my heart
Used to be
A crater that fills
Up with sunshine
When I open the
Door and stop
Thinking of you.