Did you lose your mind
Did you find yourself
Reaching for the dagger
To spear through your eyes
To remove the sight of my hand
Taken by another
Did your heart bleed out
Red of excruciating sorrow
That better is the pierce
Of the same dagger
Walk fast hold your breath
Lose my scent
Take the longer road
Evade the place of my laughter
For if you see me
You would hear me
If you sniff me
You would feel me
Stained red are my hands with your blood
Lightheaded and hollow-cheeked
You had enough of all of it
YOU ARE READING
For Lost Loves (Poetry)
PoetryTell me again Before the fall of the empire What were your last words?
