The difference
in the lines of
Him and me:
His "I love you"
is more meaningful
than the heart song
wailed
on your best days.
Yet you magnetize my eyes—
As rough fingers
Drop nails into a chasm
Between us.
I, your bridge,
or the remains,
was burnt down.
The crimson lips
you both entangle,
are the focus
as I crumble.
I would
shed my hair,
tie weights around my bony ankles,
Hunt for the finest of material
for you,
and he?
Can offer a better lifetime.
A better moment,
second,
and day.
Our years are your forgotten breath.
It's funny how that dog whistle,
only calls me.
But no one will laugh,
when nothing shows up.
For we are taught
to treat the "Maybe"
as the number one
shiny new toy.
And I?
The dusty diamond lost at sea.
Or what you would call a---
or perhaps would never call again.
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Bloodless
PoetryA poetry anthology pertaining to things that block the light in certain tunnels. A warning: Most of these poems tackle family issues, sexual abuse and other dark topics. All poetry was created by Avanna Limon.
