where did the daylight go? it's been some time since you've been so low and now that you're going through it again, you're knocking on my wooden door, asking for a friend. and with much hesitation, i held you close. tear drops of my own mixing in with your loud mourn. so when the daylight died down, peach and red dripping across the cloudless skies, the only love i knew sprouted from the dirtiest corner of my deserted heart. as the dry air clashed against the beauty of the flower within, its petals drifted off its stem onto the richest soil of the earth brown floor. i loved you, but that was before the heavy sounds of your breath on her lips, the virgin touch, from the hands that used to only hold mine, ran across things that you have somehow claimed. those eyes that drowned in pain were now in a heaven, moaning out a name that he swore he would never say. and here we are with your arms around my waist and my hands on your face. you and your hazel eyes and those delicious lips that i wouldn't mind being beaten with again. my lovely friend, i am sorry to depart from this day, but this isn't how it's supposed to be. love is supposed to find us, not allow our lustful hands find thee. now please, talk some sense into me, before i give into these words written by theives.
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the war against myself
Poetrya trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)