instead of being intertwined we’re the farthest we’ve ever been i chose to look within you always chose the life of sin i stopped trying to be perfect and had to partake i too wanna eat and have my cake what was once golden has turned to rust i understand why they say nothing lasts forever cause everything is so mother ******* fallible i had no choice but to pick up the pieces all by my lonesome and gained confidence with each step and each breath what once felt heavy is now being forgotten oh how lovely life can be when you forget thank you for breaking my heart because i would’ve never had the strength to let you go each event which you performed against me pushed me further and further away from the love i kept in my heart for you it seems to have disappeared and i can’t find it these days i still believe in love i still feel the warmth and always hope for the best life is just a test it’s sifting and then we’re blessed this will be the last poem i ever write about you i might’ve misconstrued the motion i promise to write about a new love from here on out just disregard this notion
if i could go back to that day…. i would not to captive your smile or remember what you first said to me by now you’re dead to me if i could go back, i would hold the hands of time tight memorize each tick expose some more light i would look you in the eyes with your hands ready to receive and ignore your existence possibly make you bleed i can just imagine how free i would be if i could go back i would’ve never given you the time of day i gave it like a gift so freely and without dismay i wish i could go back and ****** it from your hands my heart, my time and everything in between which continued to stand someday my heart won’t feel so heavy from regret everyday it feels like a reset metamorphosis amongst the pain i’m keeping sunshine on my brain i take everything in stride cause it’ll come full circle someday that love i gave will come back i find my peace in that
your letters, written to coax an empty heart. an illusion written with dying lead, begging to fade away. it is still beautiful, marching in formation on the loose leaf paper towards the end. your signature, which stands to be the only thing left true. I keep it, a reminder how lies are beautiful in your handwriting.
the piano you played for me their keys light like the sun in your eyes gently playing me a song we wrote between shared cups of tea, picked flowers in the field shoved into a pocket always big enough to fit both of our hands.
I know the lingerie is meant to be taken off, but my nakedness makes my eyes dart quick and count every hair on my skin. picking scabs turns into scars that I have yet to tell you about. without permission, I close my eyes as you love me in the dark and I wonder if you’re counting too.
I know when it is time to turn the light, blow out the summer candle, and allow winter its cold overbearing step. logic and reason reaches my tongue, the darkness tastes like cold settling my body in for a long empty sleep...
I dream of bad decisions between my fingers. they taste like summer, you, and regret after the mistakes were made. warmth has made it so easy to love you in my dreams...