Bare
Is essentially how love leaves you, desperately clinging to the darkness that dwells within the loneliness of an absent love. Because to have the hope that your heart will beat for me is enough to allow my mind to convince my heart to fall deeper.
Deeper
Into the constant arguments where you blame me for your constant cheating. Deeper into your temporary embrace that belongs to another. Deeper into your your lips that although has spread my bible thin and read me cover to cover, still; will only speak blasphemy.
YOU ARE READING
The quiet journey of a loud mind
PoetryJust a thoughts from a person with a shattered heart and a broken mind
