12:05, Sunday, 6th May
When the sun elopes to other cities and a darkness shrouds the sky in a navy hue,
your shadow dances along the stark pale of my walls.
Memories of you caress my mind gently and
I find myself lost in thoughts of what could have been.
You are a shadow,
darkened by the weight of your own sins –
a wispy mess of cigarette smoke and cologne.
The devils fire dances behind your dark eyes,
yet I can see a halo entangled within your disheveled raven hair.
Recklessness dilates your pupils like a drug,
yet I'm drawn to the ragged beauty that lingers on your skin.
I'm drawn to healing the pain that shrouds the syllables of your words –
drawn to a heart that beats deep down, beneath the facade that paints you as someone else.
I have seen the real you in faint flashes
and I realised that you did not scare me.
Your shadow comes and goes,
But in my mind you continue to remain.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
