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I still want to write positive about you.
But all my memories of you are dead,
It's like I should simply stop writing.
But, no matter how I try and stop.
I still seem to go on and on.
It is this love so strong.
O! this sad love story,
That still guides
My innocence.
Its time I say
Farewell
"Stranger"
Though
I still
Love
You
!
Lets go back
Back to where we started
To where I first saw you

You were fire and embers and smoke
Your lips tasted sweet; like candy
Your body moved to the music
Hips swinging, arms swaying

You were love
Setting me alight
Staring into my eyes
Your fingers brushed mine
Static run through me

Let go back
Before what you did
Before him
Before him

You were acid and burns and cuts from a knife
He tasted you lips; inhaling deep
Your body moved like a serpent
Hypnotising and wicked

You were gone
Putting out our flames
Soaked to the bone
Lost - on the floor
Your arms circled him
Knives stabbing at my gut

Lets go back
To before we began
So I can pretend we never met
That your touch didn't set me on fire
That I never fell in love
with your smile, your laugh

Your eyes sweep across the room
Venom on your lips, ready to strike
You catch my eyes, your mouth upturned

I remember last week when you kiss me like that
Then you left; scared and not ready to love me
You chose him, to tortue me
Your mouth dragging him to you
Knowing I couldn't take away my eyes
Knowing I would break

Knowing I loved you
dont know why I wrote this, ive never experienced this but i wrote it hope you like it
Maybe
It was the way
Your neon eyes
Lit up in mine
And the world
Glowed a
Kaleidoscope of
Rainbow colours

Maybe
It was being
Wrapped in your
Bronze arms
And feeling so
Very safe
So warm
Next to you

Maybe
It was grey tears
Comforted by your
Soothing voice
That cheers me on
Rubbing out the dull
Rendering me
Sunshine yellow

Maybe
It was being
Called beautiful
Because I was like
Poetry and sunsets
Great towering mountains
Pretty just
Didn't do justice

Maybe
It was our
Midnight phone calls
And feeling like
I could scrape the
Deep blue canvas sky
And twirl amoung
The blinking stars

Maybe
It was all of it
Mixed like
Paint on an
Artists palette
Pinks, reds, oranges,
Spelling out a lone word
Love.
To be young and in love.
What if?
The question plagues my mind
Wrapping ropes around me
Behind my back my hands bind
It’s cement that covers her grey lips
They crumble as his name dusts them
Crimson tears do so slowly drip
Every spoken word another traitor

Cracking, the shadows scream
Light scorches the darkness
Brutally rips the violet seams
A rotting tongue speaks out loud
I'm bitter lemons
I beg, drown me in sugar
Make me lemonade
Haiku no.2, turn my tears to lemonade
 Apr 2018 Nightingale
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I was walking
and the ocean
was above my knees

I didn't feel the cold
or mist hanging silent
above, but I knew
the darkness, old friend,
longer than I will admit

I knew the waves
in ways I know
I could never explain

You found me there
and called out for me
to come out of that grave
I was sinking in, I don't know
how deep I would have gone
had you not known my name

I should drop to my knees
and kiss the salt from your feet
thanking you with the sea on
my lips and leak salt of my own
offering gratitude for calling

Thank you through the mist
and waves, thank you for
my heart beating, not feeling
the cold, for my lips that never
tasted the lightless far below

Thank you for following
my footprints when I was lost,
drowning in a sea of sorrow.
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