We didn't last forever;
the word attaches shackles
and chains that restrain,
and is better left unspoken--
never uttered, always locked
in the bars of my ribcage
where it restlessly remains
in utmost agony.
Then,
it stops.
The silence haunts me,
and my ribcage is imbalanced.
With laughter filled with tears,
and nonchalance juxtapose passion,
I whisper:
"Nothing lasts forever.
We fell apart like rose petals
amongst heavy storms."
The mask slips;
I avert my
red-rimmed eyes.
"But we could have--
oh darling,
we could have."
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
We didn't last forever;
the word attaches shackles
and chains that restrain,
and is better left unspoken--
never uttered, always locked
in the bars of my ribcage
where it restlessly remains
in utmost agony.
Then,
it stops.
The silence haunts me,
and my ribcage is imbalanced.
With laughter filled with tears,
and nonchalance juxtapose passion,
I whisper:
"Nothing lasts forever.
We fell apart like rose petals
amongst heavy storms."
The mask slips;
I avert my
red-rimmed eyes.
"But we could have--
oh darling,
we could have."
I read something similar on Tumblr; really inspired me with my poetry. Great place for inspiration, really.
