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Althaia May 7
Brown eyes are just brown eyes,
until you love someone with brown eyes.

What're they like? The Sun once asked me.
Like Swiss chocolate, I'd said, but a little coppery.
And coffee-ground, or even mahogany –
with undertones of the goddess Aphrodite.

You wanted poetry in crimson ink,
so I slit my throat, at the brink of the  brink.
I wrote you letters in ruby-red blood,
but when you looked in my eyes, all you saw was mud.

But brown eyes are just brown eyes,
until you love someone with brown eyes.

And you loved the girl with irises of sky.
Deeper than the ocean, gentler than the butterfly.
I was trees and dirt and stardust caught in a storm,
but you wanted the cerulean waves, who fell apart only to reform.

Brown eyes are just brown eyes,
until you love someone with brown eyes.
I tried to pay for your love in colours,
so now, I drown in brown.

I drown in brown.
I drown in brown.
I drown in brown.
Althaia Jan 30
city of roses,
so dark and true,
tell me why this war,
is no match for you?

a star-crossed rhythm,
in every echoing scream.
we lost our forever,
in this lovely dream.

the sky promised me your heart,
and it is that which I hold.
your blood patterns my milky clothes,
so soft, crimson, and bold.

the moon beams at me,
it reminds me of you.
had she driven me to ******,
because your smile was brighter?Β Β 

how tragic it was to know,
your embrace would be cold tonight.
your corpse was made of sunshine,
but now was soaked in moonlight.
Althaia Dec 2019
mama, tell me you love me.
kiss my little hands,
and tell me the voices in my head are the songs of angels.

mama, tell me i'm good enough.
embrace my shaking body,
and tell me i am just a hurricane trapped in mortal skin.

mama, bring roses to my deathbed.
let me watch the petals wither away,
and please shed a tear as i do the same.

mama, don't weep over my grave.
six feet under is salvation,
so just tell me i am where i belong.

mama, i was a blizzard hidden under a blanket,
and you did all you could to contain the avalanche.

but mama, do not let the darkness veil you, too.
because there is no escape
when you are lost in your own clouded mind.
Althaia Nov 2019
Little girl, golden child,
heart of gold, but covered in ice.
Tilted crown, tear-stained cheeks,
dancing flames in her earth-brown eyes.
Angel child, with the devil's smile,
spread your paper wings, lift your poisoned wine.
Diamond lips and midnight hair,
do not scream, when you roll the dice.
Knife in her heart, claws on her back,
her blood was sunsets on her grey canvas skin.
There is no good and no evil, she says,
no black and white.
There are only angels and demons,
and a fine grey line in between.

— The End —