it wasn't the
way your
fingers perfectly
filled the gaps
between mine
that made me
fall in love
with you.
nor was it how
the world drifted
to nothingness,
whenever our
lips touched.
no, it was the
moment your
hazy orbs
helplessly
peered at my
eyes looking
for a shelter,
that I felt my
heartbeats
fastening as
your hands
crumbled
my walls.
it was when
your arms
tried to pull
me out of
the cold abyss
I've been living
in, while the
dark devoured
your bones,
did I realize
why my body
was aching
for your warm
embrace.
the fact that
your breath
caressed my
throat, so
I won't choke,
ignoring how
your lungs were
burning for air,
made my
longing
stronger.
it was the way
you tried to
stop me from
drowning while
you sank in
that bottomless
ocean I know
so well,
refusing to let
my demons
win over, even
if it meant
allowing yours
to crawl at
your flesh.
every night,
you treated
my wounds,
thinking that
I didn't see
your own,
but dear,
the hues of
purples and
blues that
painted your
skin were hard
to hide.
and if your
mind still
looks for
reasons to
explain why
I chose to
engulf myself
In your
fragrance,
then let me
tell you
.
.
.
simply
because
every time
you tried to
make me feel
whole again,
you never
minded
losing another
part of you.
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
