you used to look at me
like the stars are embedded on my skin
with every spark in the translucent
page; you were mine
did the red rivers of life
in my purple lace of veins
told you the secrets of my universe?
I wish they didn't.
why was your love ephemeral?
serein essence in the gloomy sky
lit like a spark; temporary, long gone
but it shone brighter in my dark
but was it easy?
sitting there painting colors on my skin
smearing up the canvass with your touch
while I lie there unmoving; detached
cries lost in your bittersweet sound.
was I haunting?
I hope I was.
I hope I destroyed you.
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Poems from Her Cluttered State of Mind
PoetryA collection of poems based on my own experiences that I hope every reader can relate to ♡
