1 year ago you walked into the room and our eyes were magnetized. I saw you and you saw me and I felt as though I was floating.
8 months ago we sat in silence and touched lips and the sound of sparks in a fire filled my ears.
6 months ago you showed up late and there was less love in your eyes than usual and your lips didn't look quite as inviting.
4 months ago the once sweet taste of your lips turned to cigarette smoke, quite more poisonous yet still addicting.
2 months ago the passionate words that came from our mouths felt forced rather than the comforting feeling of warmth and love.
1 month ago we finally broke and though I wish it was clean we shattered into a million pieces that no matter how hard we tried we knew we could never put back together.
1 week ago you walked into the room and our eyes were magnetized. I never knew someone could fix you only to break you worse than you had been before.
c.d.
a/n: inspiration, God only knows.
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1:46 a.m.
PuisiA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
