SAVE ME // POETRY & PROSE

xl. desperate times call for desperate measures...

XL. DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES, SO WHAT CALLS FOR A DESPERATE HEART?

would you believe me if I told you
I have loved you through the ups
and downs and middle grounds?

I may not be the same
foolish girl, blinded by love,
but you'll always have a place in my heart.

there are too many voids in it,
and I can only hope you might fill them,
in any way possible, with your tears
or your love.

well, your love is unlikely
and you don't open up to me anymore,
so I'm simply left with the choice
of ignoring all the ache in my heart.

I am very well aware I chose this path
and the fault is not not hers or yours,
but I can't help but bite my tongue and taste the blood
everytime I see her in your arms.

maybe one day, or in another lifetime,
you'll realise all that we could have been
and something tells me I'll embrace you
as if you had never shattered me.

-- baby you'll never be mine, but still I fantasize.