#sardines
Don't you dare speak those words.
You know exactly what they will do,
to you,
and to him.
There will be no more
you and him.
Like the peach blossoms
broken from the delicate, young branches,
the verbal hail storm,
the weight of the ice,
will knock him to the frozen ground.
Raw,
Unsure how much affection he can return,
of how his own whirling thoughts fit with yours.
Your tale, far from fairy, will end.
Your open heart will shrivel,
like the salty sardines you left on the wooden picnic table
in the burning sun.
You will regret your thoughts and
you will regret your feelings,
but know, sadly, there was nothing left to do,
but leave too soon.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
Void and empty are holes
People fall into holes
Fall into love
Then the holes are no longer
but a memory and a poem
that when you read makes you smile
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC