someone you don't remember
laid claim to your body,
left her marks vivid against your skin.
when i saw them,
my eyes stung and my head spun and
my soul flared with a visceral hatred
of the one who made love to you in the way
i always wanted to.
and in that second
i grieved once again
for the love we never shared.
but when it was over,
i looked around and saw the one who
loves me in the way you never did,
makes my eyes sparkle
in the way you never did.
he is the one who
picked up the pieces you left
when you ravaged my heart
with the force of a wildfire
(that still
might be
burning)
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
someone you don't remember
laid claim to your body,
left her marks vivid against your skin.
when i saw them,
my eyes stung and my head spun and
my soul flared with a visceral hatred
of the one who made love to you in the way
i always wanted to.
and in that second
i grieved once again
for the love we never shared.
but when it was over,
i looked around and saw the one who
loves me in the way you never did,
makes my eyes sparkle
in the way you never did.
he is the one who
picked up the pieces you left
when you ravaged my heart
with the force of a wildfire
(that still
might be
burning)
he's the soft candlelight to your passionate wildfire.
