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i did something huge,
said an unwanted truth
for the shots her bloodshot eyes shoot
that warm summer night,
when i watched your footsteps leave my sight
with him holding the hand
that put this necklace on me
still not bland — with the idea of what's not mine
intertwined,
in my own hair strands
but you warned me on days that were laur,
"what we have, is like initiating war"
i stayed silent,
for when once, i'm not lovelorn
they still enjoy watching me lifeless, dead and torn
the rusted swings,
sing to the wind and the rustling trees
"one, two, three
open your eyes and look for me"
i open my eyes and expect to see,
just you staring back at me
instead it's a scene
of the night
when he takes you away
a second pair of bloodshot eyes,
wondering if their biggest truth was just another lie
your handmade things,
lying safely in an old square
rings and that necklace — you said we could share
even with false hope— i was always aware
that we wouldn't make it together till here
but you are every word that i ever
said,
and every tear that i ever shed
for every day is handmade,
by your sacrifice — for what they believe was a fair trade
our breathe in exchange for freedom
handmade are the broken parts of me,
for the sake of your wisdom
and handmade is my suffering,
from an alien palm in yours,
you were never completely mine
it never fails to assure
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pov: you're in love with a person of the same gender in a place where it can threaten your life, and that person is faking a relationship with someone to protect them and you. both of you used to spend summers together and your lover made you handmade jewellery to keep, you knew in a place like this, the end was near but still had faith in the future somehow.
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
