I still don't know what genre our story is
The altar of fuck you's you've built for me
Is the only think I remember
The only thing I know
Broken glass streaked with bloodBroken promises streaked with disappointment
I forgot you were soft onceI forgot how I loved you
Forgot the way an open mouth smile looked like on your faceI remember the way your eyes crinkled though
The way your hands still looked heavyEven when you stopped holding me
If we forgot the badMade a game out of selective memory
Played hide n seek with our egos
Would we have the closest thing to a happy ending?
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics