the smile he wears colours his voice golden

"why do you twist your soul
to fit the narrow minded mould?"

the touch of your hand wrapped gently around mine
provides an anchor to this unwelcome reality
that i cling to

i want to trail my hands along the edge of your jawline
tracing your cheekbones
and touching my fingertips to your mouth

a smile that could shatter glass and mend hearts

the stars smiled down kindly at us
two silly young lovers
naive

so beautiful

but your eyes are someplace far away
they speak of fire and ice and madness
of cold and numbness
they look past me

the cracking of my bones recalls
the shattering of my heart all those months ago
when you choked out a sob
and walked away

i'm angry and lackluster
and melancholy and bitter and
despairing
this is a vicious cocktail of emotions inside of me
and it's killing me

i still stand by what i said
and i hope she loves you as much as i
love hearing your voice
singing to me
softly