For you, you didn't have to try.
For me, loving you made parts of me die.
It was simple... a minute to say 'hello'.
For you, it was a game, a conquest...
a test to see how far your power goes.
We grew up, and indeed the years passed.
You became better, and I molded my heart out of brass.
I for surety left a soft spot, a piece made of glass,
A weakness for you... and your damaged past.
Like an asp, your venom broke my defenses.
Your words left me shameless and caressed the embers I had quenched.
The fire is dangerous, and blue and red, it's beautiful and shameful...
A promise was welshed.
An easy mistake, and a plain heartache... hollow and rived.
Too much was given, but now it's at peace,
A fire.
An emblem.
A pain not unique.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoesíaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
