I lie awake waiting,
As heels on cobblestone streets vibrate this European road,
Writing novels to capture every detail of this affair,
While I wonder if you will spare me a chapter.
I pour out dedications for every publication,
With the torment of your words,
My irresponsible poet.
Walking like a dream,
Behaving like a nightmare,
As long as in my slumber, I envision you.
Roses bloom in my iris,
Playing bondage with veins,
Never reading again.
Realizing that I have outgrown fiction,
Tears stream to stain parchment.
Time has run me dry,
Leaving a book without an ending.
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
