I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. Instead I told him,
“I love you. I always will.”
And he understood.
Original Poetry
Wings
Original PoetryLove gave me wings
And I am obliged to fly.
My Burning Muse
Original PoetryMy burning muse haunts me
long after I spread love’s ashes
into the ocean in which it drowned.
He Made Me
Original PoetryHe took my mind in his hands
And he filled it with galaxies.
Hopes and dreams travelled through my thoughts
And the confidence he gave me radiated within me
Like nothing we’d ever witnessed before.
He wished upon a falling star
and created me.
Impossible, Imperfect Love
Original PoetryHe died every night for her,
just as the moon did
with the sun.
Venom
Original PoetryI bit my tongue
as he spat poison into my lungs.
The Colour Black
Original PoetryHave you noticed how poetic the colour black is?
It’s the colour of the night sky
as a blanket of stars smothers daylight.
It’s the colour of ash
as a finger of fire traces the scars of the earth.
It’s the only colour you can see
through the darkness as it suffocates you.
It’s the colour of the ink
used to write this very poem.
Holy Adoration
Original PoetryCrucify me with your poisoned lust
and the inability of your love
to remain silent.
Third Degree
Original PoetryThere is a scar just under my ribcage from where you last touched me.
It was a gentle caress, a stroke of skin on skin,
but it now burns like a flicker of flame.
Charred.
Yet, ash of your short-lived undying love
falls to the ground
As gravity works its compelling lull.
Keeping Them Under
Original PoetryDon’t hold someone underwater
only to beg them not to drown.
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