Maybe in another universe,
I can see that the world is broken.
Maybe while I write another verse,
I can understand why I'm so shaken.
You broke me in ways I did not know I could break.
You held me captive behind imaginary bars you had me convinced weren't fake.
And all that as I blew the candles of my last birthday cake.
Was it really that easy to see me fall apart?
Was it really that necessary to gut me with something so sharp?
I remember the ghostly feeling of my tears,
As they slid down my pale skin.
I remember those breath-taking fears,
As they extracted blood from my lifeless skin.
And I would be delighted, relieved from the pain,
As the Reaper of our souls takes mine away.
Away from a stolen and broken heart,
Away from the cadaver you left to be picked apart.
Maybe in another universe,
You are not losing me.
Maybe while I write another verse,
I realize I should not plea.
But it's not that easy,
As you gaze upon my eyes,
As you crave someone that isn't me,
Yet hold me hostage as time flies.
I cannot leave.
We both know that excruciating truth.
Yet my heart goes on to believe,
That you'll let me live my youth.
One day.
In another universe.
As I write another verse.
One day.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
