An anecdote
For the feeling that,
consumes me,
on a pull of, fresh air,
unpolluted, uncorrupted
unlike the compellment
of your pupils,
as they draw me in,
without my consent
to the bewilderment of the sound
of your laughter
soft like feathers, and harsh
like the lemon droplets
of tears
that I would shed
over you
Metallic, like the taste of the
open wound, on your lip
that tenderly caressed mine,
as I ruthlessly tore your heart
from your chest
that you had opened to me
and gorged upon
every, last piece
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
