When you held my face,
in between your hands, warm and calloused,
I saw clear, a life of thorns and roses,
my heart didn't throb of insecurity, yet,
aroused a fear, fresh as frost, of forlorn hope,
that you are the someone waiting for me,
Is it right?
When you smiled, like the sunshine,
for all my lame jokes,
patting me saying 'that's a good one',
we both knew it was a lie, my dear,
hidden is my sense of irony,
with your very presence.
When you caught my eyes on you,
your irises boring into me,
I felt myself a fish on the hook, yet,
the little tilt on your lips,
those eyes laughing at me,
had me know you liked it, as much as I do,
as much as we do.
Is it right?
My name upon your lips,
sounded merry music to me, moist and of love,
the sound of your voice,
calling me, embracing me,
sparked bright fire inside of me,
burning all that was once brute, b*tched.
You sat by my side, always,
our knees would touch, momentarily,
I would move aside, of coy,
and when I looked down, once,
I caught a glimpse, of that same tilt in your rosy lips,
and again I wondered,
If we were more than just....and we weren't.
When you sat by my side,
I believed you would stay by my side, forever and ever,
when you smiled, a dimple to your right,
I believed it was true,
When you kissed me, with the stars above us,
I gave you all of me.
Now tell me,
Is it right of you to leave me?
Is it right?
Is it right?
YOU ARE READING
Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
