a cruel grin spread across your lips,
as the clock struck twelve,
and clouds rumbled slowly
in your mind,
and through your fingertips,
reaching my bones,
and shaking my core.
sometimes the real thing,
is scarier than the facade,
because tender kisses
and warm hands,
turn into stained cheeks
and bruised wrists
so so quickly.
your mask came off at midnight,
and my heart broke into two,
splitting and cracking,
just as the walls did
under your thunderous fist.
but sadly
there's still comfort
in the way,
you fall back into my arms
at sunrise,
broken and guilty,
just like i am,
after you tear and mold me,
to your touch.
YOU ARE READING
harvested hayrides
Poetrya collection of fall and halloween related poems. from my five day writing challenge on my instagram.
