You were filled with the dust
of the erosion, of the past
illuminated by the
calling of your name
that one pressed unto my lips,
and under the tip of my tongue
and everywhere else that resides
centuries and decades that pass on
And I wonder if I'll ever truly erase you,
the way you made me feel,
the way I pondered your soul
I can still remember
all of your favourite things
they are embossed onto the imprints
of my skin
And where the world spins and shuffles it's song on repeat,
in vacant lots, in party spinsters
where are you and what are you doing?
In this giant,
massive globe
we call, home.
YOU ARE READING
SHITTY LOVE SONNETS / flashpoetry
PoetryIt was only in the chaos, I was able to cultivate my wings and alas, take flight. ------------------------ flash, emotive poetry - words of mine, to all the boys I've loved before, but also to myself. started : summer 2019
