The day before February 14th
I had arranged everything.
I wrote you a letter.
I bought you a ring.
Painted an awful watercolor background and drew a cartoon version of you.
The ring turned out not to be your size.
The drawing fell out the watercolor.
But the bracelets remained.
Unbroken.
Nothing like us.
We've been showered in broken promises.
We're covered in scars and bruises.
But
I didn't give a fuck.
I wanted you with scars and all.
I was ready to give you my scarred heart.
Because I knew with you it'd never fall apart.
The safest I have ever felt has been with you by my side
You're scared.
I'm nervous.
But I'm excited for this story to begin.
Even with damaged skin.
YOU ARE READING
February Ashes
Thơ ca❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
