I still remember the moment,
Down to alleyways and brick homes.
We went underneath the bridge of torment,
With anger that pierced our bones.
The barracks are made of cobblestones,
As the wind shoved me onto the precipice.
I felt it when you passed me and broke my bones,
And the waves meet the rocks to steal a kiss.
I sat quietly on the borders and precipices,
You want me to feel every summer.
Your cold heart, striped shorts, and glasses,
Now summer was over and you were still with her.
The polo that I'm wearing,
The kiss that I desire.
The eyes that look so daring,
These things are what I admire.
You made me hate spring,
Since you called me that winter.
Your voice that I wanted to hear,
With words that shattered me like a splinter.
Borders and precipices are made for me,
A place to scream and a place of consolation.
The times that I wanted to be free,
Were the whiles that denoted my life with punctuation.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoetryTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
