prompts used: "letters tied with my heartstrings", "sun-soaked earth"
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i've visited the cemetery
where all the good things
i've let die
now restlessly sleep
in its regretful arms
of chipped stone and ivy.
i've fisted the dirt
in my hands
as if i can
uproot the past,
tasted the demise
sharp and bitter
on my tongue—
anything sweet
would've choked me
(do i deserve relief?),
i needed to mourn,
ease the troubled gravestones
that mark my timeline
with letters
i've tied with my
torn-out heartstrings.
i barely felt the absence.
who needs heartstrings
when there's no one
to pull them,
tug you close, closer,
to tie their own
to yours?
who even needs a heart
if no one
will live in it?
it's a dangerous game,
living between
someone else's heartbeats—
you never know
when this home
will be set on fire,
and you'll taste
all the dulcet shades of love
at once
before it's reduced
to sweet ash,
and you'll wander
this sun-soaked earth
for eternity,
lost and unhinged,
your skin
mistaking every touch of warmth
for calculating cold.
i didn't see the sun
on the horizon
as i cried glass-shard tears
into my cut palms,
peered up
only when the moon
joined in on my
melancholy
and we mourned
together
beneath faded stars
that are deaths, too.
does anyone know
if you've passed
if you still shine?
glowing,
blinding
all the senses.
love,
mari
YOU ARE READING
for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
