plethora of broken promises
leave them scattered like torn photographs
thrown across the room
with your sharp gaze scraping over my face
all these forgotten oaths
toss them into the brook where we used to play
let them sink like stones
and leave them watching us from the bed
don't play the innocent victim
your smile betrays a cold heart, beating only when I am near
such an odd existence
living to kill me by using my pain to survive
every lie you ever told me
bury them twelve feet underneath the night sky
turn your back and walk away
soon what you've abandoned will blossom in the light
YOU ARE READING
It Runs In Our Code
Puisithe two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes F...
