Love is the taste of her lips on my skin
The sweet softness that means
She is mine
Love is the thoughts that she doesn't need to utter
The unspoken feelings that connect us that reassure
She is mine
Love is the fairytale wedding we plan together
The acknowledgement we are meant to last forever that proves
She is mine
Love is the way she clings to me when she is scared
The belief that I will protect her from anything that affirms
She is mine
Desolation is the unbearable thought of losing her
Thinking of how painful every breath without her is that reminds me
She was mine
Desolation is the slamming doors and echoing shouts
The way she runs out the door with a suitcase of packed clothes that says
She was mine
Desolation is the wet, bloodshot eyes all alone in the dark
Hollow and lost without her next to me that screams
She is gone.
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Poetic Whispers
PoesíaMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
