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Sep 2014
It took just one teeny tiny slip
The slip of a tongue
Oh
No.
Mocking laughs, eyebrows
Raised high
But not at you, oh no no,
It wasn't even yours to tell
But you had to, didn't you?
Hesitation, what should I do?
Laugh along, as you do, in your own
Special way , but not this time
Maybe it was the shimmering air
That seemed to whisper, graze your skin
Or maybe it was the way
Your smile ended at your cheek
You were always not that good of a liar anyway
I could always tell, and you knew it
Was that why you
Spun away from me, put on your mask.
The one I had thrown away
I wonder when you had picked it up.

In the end
It was your conscience that
Killed you, murdered you,
At least the part of you that I cared
To search for
The burning part of you that
Seared itself into my memory.
I didn't mind, no, really
Everyone makes mistakes sometimes
You didn't think so, always the perfectionist.
Lately I seem to be a friend of the devil
He told me about his precious gifts to me
And why they seemed to
Latch on to me, like leeches, like glue
Like me and you, before all this happened.
I don't mind, really.
Now you act like it's a
Daily masquerade
You can't keep hiding, I did find you,
Remember? Please... I need you
You think distance will heal? I don't understand.
I really don't. Don't understand why you closed
This door, the one we painstakingly carved
Together.
I miss you,
I really do.
I was inspired by something but I forgot what :P
Kylia
Written by
Kylia  22/in my mind
(22/in my mind)   
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   ryn, Sumina Thapaliya and SPT
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