Out of every bittersweet encounter
The sweet sound of your voice is my comfort in the cold of night.
Out of every inch of my breath that I have wasted on a sick myth of love,
Your love is the one I miss the most.
The crack that you left in my window, still remains and it shatters when I think of you.
Your laughter is the only thing that I remember, the blinding white pearls that compliment your face.
Not the excruciating stabs you left in my back when you dared to tell me "I love you "
I remember your love all too well like a drug I've been using for long enough.
When I was brought down to my needs in the shadows
You did not offer a hand instead you, kicked me on my back and watched the rain of pain wash across my face.
But, its your love, that I would fight for in a match that's already been lost.
Why is it you?
YOU ARE READING
Insecurity melody.
PuisiPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.
