his name cascades from your slightly wet lips, dripping with honey; it sounds like the muted shatter of my heart sinking like a stone, as I watch him making your eyes sparkle like crystals, while mine glisten with silent pain the colour of sapphires. meanwhile, my name just falls from your mouth, more careless. it tastes bittersweet as an unattainable love; there is no sugar coat to mask the lack of romantic love at the core of the syllables, which don't rhyme with the desire laced through his. it sounds like the quiet chaos of my heart skipping beat after beat and wishing it would just stop.
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to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
