you were a firebomb
i.
you were never one to
beat around the bush
because you believed in
verbal abrasion,
a language
void of the poetry
that she felt for you.
ii.
sometimes your silence
wounded her
more than your words
because she
didn't know
what to say,
didn't know
why she hurt
when she was
untouched,
didn't know
how to
mend her own
poisoned heartstrings,
when you were
the antidote.
iii.
the ghosts of your marks
on her body haunted her
and when you were gone,
she dug nails and
drove bony knuckles
into her sides
to make herself feel the way
you made her
feel.
YOU ARE READING
summer
Poetry❝do you think that we'll ever become stars?❞ © crewneck 2014 sept. 24, 2014 - poetry #84 / romance #573
