Bloodshot fractures
underneath her skin,
Cracking from inside
breaking her within—
A thousand hairlines
tearing her apart,
draining away all her promises…
—unheard, unfelt, unseen—
Much like the beatings of her heart.
They were saline lips,
The lips I’ve been kissing,
Drier than the driest lips,
stealing all my love…
—all the long stemmed roses
Even her warmth, missing…
So different,
From our start.
Then, they used to sparkle,
Then, they used to shine
her lovely velvet lips
painting crimson mine.
I used to adore that smile,
I used to love that laughter,
Redder than blood—
—No hue was ever better.
Until I saw that color,
on the lips of another man—
And now she lays,
kissing my shoes on the floor…
And as I lean toward her face—
—finally,
her lips are blood red once more.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Bloodshot fractures
underneath her skin,
Cracking from inside
breaking her within—
A thousand hairlines
tearing her apart,
draining away all her promises…
—unheard, unfelt, unseen—
Much like the beatings of her heart.
They were saline lips,
The lips I’ve been kissing,
Drier than the driest lips,
stealing all my love…
—all the long stemmed roses
Even her warmth, missing…
So different,
From our start.
Then, they used to sparkle,
Then, they used to shine
her lovely velvet lips
painting crimson mine.
I used to adore that smile,
I used to love that laughter,
Redder than blood—
—No hue was ever better.
Until I saw that color,
on the lips of another man—
And now she lays,
kissing my shoes on the floor…
And as I lean toward her face—
—finally,
her lips are blood red once more.
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