𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚| 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 [𝑶𝒏-𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈]

Part 40: I Can't

I clasped the letter to my chest,
My heart ached to run for your quest,
But I sat there,
Stupidly crying,
Breathlessly murmuring,
The dying words of love.
I held the words,
That stained the letter,
Bled on it.
I held them against my loving heart,
That beat with a rhythm,
Slowly loosing it's flow.
I wanted to love you more, love.
I wanted to breathe in your musky cologne,
I wanted to write you the prettiest words
And kiss you like the sunrays kiss the  waves.
I wanted you,
Like no one would ever do.
I needed you,
And nothing could be more true.
But-
You left me.
You left me with a broken heart,
And a stained paper,
That bleeds your laugh,
Bleeds your warmth
And bleeds your dead love.
Maybe you really loved me,
Maybe you still want to hold me.
But I can see you no more,
I can't see your dimply smile,
I can't see you fly for over a mile,
I can't see you bite your lips,
I can't see you pleading for a kiss.
I can't-
And it's truly painful,
It's killing me for it's so dreadful.
I can't condone you gone,
Not seeing another dawn-
The one you adore the most.
Oh, love, I loved you so truly,
Only to be shattered so finely,
So profusely.
Now, all I have,
Is this heart that no more carries love,
And this letter,
Drenched in blood-stained words,
Ink fading because of my salty tears;
Screaming to be loved again;
Failing to rise again;
To treasure it,
Would be the reason why..
I'll live.

~Ash.

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Hey!
So, how are y'all doing?
Honestly, I love writing love poems because poems should bring out love and show the world that love exists. A dash of love and understanding in this world might change many things.

❥The concept of this poem is that a lover is crying for her significant other because she has lost him, for ever and ever. She loved him truly, unconditionally, yet he left her all alone but he never wanted to do that. The world is sometimes a cruel place to live in, it sometimes makes true lovers part. The only thing that she's left with is a letter written by him- his last letter, his last remain, his last memory. And that letter and the strongly burning love in her heart would be the only thing she would live for. The poem is kind of set in a dark, misty mood.❥

Do y'all like dark academia stuff? I swear, I'm obsessed with them.

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