L O V E R
And they have stolen from us
the last golden strand of patience
for fake love that lays breathless
at our feet, we will not see it
instead look into my
eyes, lover
the blood from my heart drips from them
fear is a consequence of expectations
and so they bleed for you now, anyone
else is a mockery, a nightmare
I will not sleep a fool for selfish love
remain rapacious, lover
steal my body, my lightning veins, my scars
but not what is left of my soul, stray
from a broken rib of mine, it will mend
with yours, lover.
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Blind Poets
PoeziePoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
