she wasn't flawed
I thought she was perfect
i used to touch her scorching skin
until my fingers felt like lava
i'd dig through her layers
until there was nothing but ice
ice so cold it made you warm inside
and i failed to see that she was indeed flawed
she had wings
and she flew away
i recall the way she'd disappeared
out of the blue
and the thing is
I hadn't questioned it
because I knew her
and I knew her favourite word was goodbye
and goodbye was also the way she said hello
YOU ARE READING
CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART
Poetrywhy would you listen to your heart when it is the greatest believer of happy endings?
