broken bikes

of smolders

her eyes were smoldering,

like smoke and flames and lust

and like all things that smolder

they burned him,

from any distance,

from every distance

they sucked the air from his lungs

they sponged the moisture from his mouth

they corked the pride in his heart

they crippled him,

rendered him useless

to her and to everything else

those eyes were his destruction,

his downfall,

his demise

they were a reminder

of unrequited love and selfish dreams and heartbreak

constantly

and yet, 

he could not forget them,

he never could

the air from his lungs flew from his lips,

and the moisture in his mouth dried,

and the pride in his heart wilted like winter leaves

> i'm about to be 100% honest. i don't know what this poem means. but if you do, or if you can dissect it, let me know. i just liked how it sounded.