#tearsandhealing
And what have I done, a heart on the floor, down for the count,
knocked out by one single flaw. Bathed in light, then a shower
of stars, my dawn breaking into tremors. Oh how she startled
my soul, and moved me like an earthquake—but I should have
known, every quake leaves cracks behind.
And so I drained these tears into a teacup, she smelled of coffee—
a buzz I thought I could hold onto, but a high that would crash.
Still it was more than a crush, but still it crushed me, in her
absence.
And it's a chest searching for her heart, it was that treasure to be
in love. Her crystal tears pierced like glass, diamond skin shining
against the night. I kissed her softly like petals once— a flower
crying toward the sun, wings stretching, fragile, _open_.
And she never sinned against me, but I sinned for both of us—
wasting our time, cursing the very love I swore to keep sacred.
She covered me in kisses like a new born, but this child grew too
far, too fast, away from her arms.
Now these tears run cold, drying out the rain. And still, their
beauty remains— washing it all away, even the memories of pain.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC