God I knew I was a fool from the moment I laid eyes on your green hues that swayed like the breeze pushing the grass aside, your ego a gust of hurricane proportions. The walk back to the cold car lonelier than it had ever been. That night I knew I lost a part of me, but the morning after I had never felt such an ache.
An ache falsely given to me, love taken by an Indian giver, stripped and lied to until I was far away enough to do nothing about it, knowing you couldn't see my tears and you could block out my cries for closure. I learned to let go and found the warmth of another's arms who showed me the lies of your love. So at night I cry softly as he lays besides me, and under my whimpers I ask him of his intentions, frightened to be broken and led on again.
"When my lips taste of alcohol, will I still be your drug? Or are you here because you see the pain in my eyes and want to be the band-aid to hide all my scars from past knives dug into my back?" Breath shaky, arms quaking, I whisper "Be my foundation and build me with your concrete love."
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Ramblings Of The Minds Eye
PoetryThoughts spilt onto the flesh of books, creating the blood and soul of the story, and the message of the heart transfered to a subliminal text
