I left her all kissed up
From her neck to her hips,
Dried sweat embedded sheets
Red smeared around her lips.
Mascara clamped shut,
Curled up inside my tee,
Wearing nothing else
So Peaceful as she breathes.
Her thoughts float in another place
Where we met before the chaos.
I dare to wake her up
Or she will wake up to a seance.
To see the ghost that visits her
When she is broken and in need,
Only to regret always giving in
Blaming me for being weak.
I left her there alone
Never telling her how I felt,
I took some of her scent with me
Like heaven; how she smelt.
I told her not to fall
With her butterfly invaded abdominal.
Her love for me is obvious,
My love for her is impossible.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
