Poke, jab, cut, stab
It was like an aching pain
That my soul felt, but could not break
Wave, smile, joke, laugh
It was like the butterflies that you felt
In your craving stomach when our eyes first met at a glance
Grip, twist, push, deep
It was like a knife that craved my heart to bleed
In the pain of betrayal I let it reach it's peak
Smirk, kiss, tongue, bliss
It was like limitless possibilities
That were only capable with one another's touch
PAIN, ACHE, BREATH, RELEASE
It was the last time I ever regretted that wave in turns of bliss
After all now I know, that such deep emotions can be easily let go
Even if they aren't my own.
YOU ARE READING
Fake You Out.
PoetryThoughts put into poetry. Life put into words. Sometimes I just jot stuff down when I'm bored. I hope you enjoy.
