I've spent weeks
trying to cage
words inside the
crude pockets of
my lungs. Not
wanting to see my
ink staining your
name too, for I
knew that the
moment my fingers
will touch the pen
the only thing I'll be
able to come up with
will be about the
boy with the dark
curls and the burning
scars. And I'm afraid
that at the end of
this poem you will
turn to a fading
memory in the back
of my mind where
I won't remember
the sweet scent that
used to dance around
me like a barefooted
woman under the
rain. I ripped all the
paper I had and broke
every pen so my
shaking hands won't
transform you to
another chaos of
syllables, but I ended
up writing you on the
wall with my own
blood, for the letters
I kept locked in my
chest are squeezing
against my ribcage
and crushing my
ribs demanding
to be out.the beads
of the bracelet you
tied around my wrist
fell down with the
promise that dropped
from your lips before
they kissed my
knuckles, witnessing
how these lines
failed once more to
hold another boy I
cared about.
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Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
