you met me up tonight
i felt like the whole
and the half
both at the same time.
you called me sweet
but actually you didn't mean it
because i know,
through the roses you give
you told me to hold it tight
and you said,
"you will remember me if you close your eyes and hold it tight."
now i know i will,
i will remember you
through the pouring blood
that run out of my skin
when the prick pierced my skin.
because i know
that we're such a tragedy
that shouldn't happen.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poetrythe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
