#sadboys
his chest was the ground caving in
in a matter of seconds;
it was the streets' sudden tremors
the wall cracks
and chipped rocks.
his gaze, hauntingly sad,
it was almost inviting.
and i was a girl,
all white dress and wide eyes
not really knowing any better;
steps, too careful
walks, too slow,
tracing the faultlines
misplaced on his skin;
it was an open field —
an open target for the lightning to strike
and leave its marks
and i was just a girl,
looking for poems
where they shouldn't be found;
on the palm creases,
and the curves of his lips.
i walk,
all tentative tiptoes
and a wrong step;
falling into each hollow,
each crevice,
each slit.
he was an earthquake, waiting to happen
seismic and sudden,
taking everything down.
and i — a nameless girl,
an inkblot for face and limbs
a paramour,
a secret,
all wrapped into one.
i — a doorstep kiss,
an uncertain touch,
a bedpost notch,
all wrapped into one.
and i — a jamais vu,
a face in the crowd,
a nameless casualty,
all wrapped into one.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC