i can still taste you on my lips–
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i stripped greatness
from my name so you could shine, so you could grow, so you
could show me, that it takes
heartbreak to grow…
forgotten; distilled air,
we flowers know despair
by another name,
another face,
another boy who
tends to a garden
of games. alcaldes
to the winner; does it
matter what I have to
say? tragedy known
by the look of indifference
on your pretty face.
why do you claim a piece
of my heart, carrying it so,
so indecently;so absent
of mind, of care, of jewels
that were once woven into
my hair. i stripped greatness
from my name so you could shine, so you could grow, so you
could show me, that it takes
heartbreak to grow…
click the link to my book:
the dandelions
once catered to my wants
and needs. bending by the
stem to lend an ear, i
brushed my lips
on you, eager to spread
the buzz of secrets.
you once shook
in excitement, the tickle
of the summer breeze
once tasted like rain.
we shared laughs
and you brushed
my tears, tenderly, motherly
i needed that touch, that
love in the storms to come.
so why did you leave
when i needed you the most?
one by one, two by two,
i felt you slipping away from me.
it hurt. the pain–indescribable.
you abandoned me when
the pain ripped me apart,
the sheer agony blinded
me, yet i still foolishly reached
out, praying you would
love like you once did
that summer’s day. little
did i know, that your love
had already faded.
“… your visage becomes alive
when the sun sets and the water bleeds cherry-lime.”
cherry-lime
may the sunset bless you throughout time, your visage becomes alive
when the sun sets and the water bleeds cherry-lime.
i trace love letters onto your stomach with sand,
the sun bakes you, yet you bask in the limelight.
you arch your back and spread your thighs with a precarious hand,
you moan in harmony to the waves, you promise that you have the right
to the rush of flames and his cool glances.
you flirt as if games and dalliances
were taught at the knee,
you quench my thirst, you satisfy all of his needs,
i wonder if you will ever know hows it feels to read about love, in a book, under a tree?
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