When perception is reality
Your skin is your commodity.
Fighting in a game of love
That's lost all of its humanity.
Actions in derealised imaginings,
Senseless wanderings over
a frozen crest that once held you're heart.
You mined it, destroyed its core.
Smouldering smoke a deep chested,
~cough~
You're eyes are dark now,
decaying in a wasteland distress.
Deserted death.
Life force drained consuming all,
But one flower, soul of love,
Let go, not betraying its beauty.
Far away he fled.
Her piercing coral eyes of flame
Evaporate my senses.
You face will stay askew.
Disjointed unharmonious debilitating dances stay, mocking my innocent play.
Free in space
My mind is here.
Away from you it's far more clear.
This is the poem I first submitted and thought appropriate to put up as my first poem also. I recently went through a breakup and have never been hurt so intensely despite having been both in love and broken up with before. This time I had to leave.
