"The black eyed, long eyelashes and a cracked smile.
I told him to fix what he has to fix, gave him cement and bricks and a shelter to begin with.
he sneaked out of a place i thought was his,
he left in the edge of the night for his sake to hide.
Young lover that I can't blame.
maybe love to him was a shame
Even if a shelter was what i was working to aim.
He broke the bricks instead of sticking them to a boundless ground.
He sophisticatedly told me at the very start, he was so sure when he said "Not all males are the same."
Excuse my young brain.
Little man, if my love for you was something to blame.
When you turned your back to me and vanished into fog and rain.
On that December day when even rain couldn't cover my tears with water drops, when even your happiness couldn't wash away my pain.
Excuse my younger brain, little man
If i thought my heartbreak is all that would remain.
I'm on the mountain of pride, can you remind me of your name?
Not all males are the same, I admit
I walked across two green irises along the way.
A wide eyed, cherry stained lips and a saint looking face.
Someone who reminded me of moving my shelter away."
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
