He Touched Me, Only To Cut Me
He healed me, only to burn me.
He took a step forward,
I did too,
But his tongue never clicked,
The way my eyes found his.
I don't know if
I am raged because
He never said what he intend
Or I am jubilant
That he never spoke someone
So catastrophic like me.
He gave me hopes,
So high, touching the moon
Tracing every word I wrote,
About him,
Only to rip them apart.
Holy ghost,
Am I?
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Skeletal Poet's Sonnents
PoetryInvisible Lockets July 5th, Under the pine tree, Filling my lungs with butterflies Of your smile And sandal whispers of the ground. I must be the foolish one, Seeking for love When the cupid's arrow Struck striaght in my heart. So in love I...
