You think she
wasn't scared?
well she'll tell you
much about countless
nightmares
you think she wasn't mad?
we' ll she'll show
youanger at its peak
you think she didn't killed
herself
that's when she'll fail to tell you
In most stories,
the reader
was supposed to learn
something moral
from the story
now her story
and his story
don't make up
a wonderful
worth telling
Hers was the heartbreak
his was the seizing
hers was the broken pieces
his was the pain while picking up
She cried
when she needed to open
the faucet
she mourned
when she needed
to kill herself
but then again
as time pace
slowly
On the poet's aftermath
the poem was
travelling beyond
the world
the lover is a reminder
that leaves stand too
even when their own tree
was falling
now there she goes
writing now
dreaming of nothing
but strokes of pen and words
that never damned her
even how damned
she became
YOU ARE READING
The Poet and His Lover
PoetryPoem about the loneliest person in the entire planet. (credits to the owner of my photo-cover. It is not entirely mine)
