·˚ ༘ ➳〔how to love is the only thing I enjoy learning over and over again〕 ࿐ ࿔:🖇
This city has always been unkind, unfair
To all of those who desperately searched for a pair,
And even I, with heartbreak lurking at my doorstep,
I tried once more to put together the love I had left.
Sometimes I seem to have gained several more layers of skin,
To stop the cuts from going to deep, but I still can't win.
What makes love so sweet yet so sharp to a hesitant touch?
Romance is good for nothing if you are allowed to just watch.
I never had the patience, like Eve I just wanted to stretch and grab
The forbidden fruit that was, at the same time, both good and bad,
I wanted to sink my teeth into the pulp of lust,
And savour love before it would all turn to dust.
Love for me was not love, it was the chase and the first bite —
Who cares about the poems, I didn't want anyone to be mine,
I wanted the thrill and ephemeral love's deep aggression,
Then maybe death from a crime committed with passion.
I thought what was love anyway? Promise me redemption and fame,
And I would make the world kneel before my name...
But then we locked eyes and something magic happened,
Something that wasn't supposed to, but love's rose was watered.
Because when you would throw me a smile so wide,
I'd catch it in between my fingers, not once I let it slide,
And I smiled back because you made my heart sing,
Even if this pseudo-warmth was just my soul's temporary fling.
You know, I would've been happy with as little as that,
I wouldn't ask for the moon and stars or for the world to stop,
Just some short-term shelter from the way the world was turning against me,
I was ready trade my soul for just a moment of feeling again happy.
There was this something that caged me in a way that made me
Want to thank my detainer for the bars, I stopped wanting to be free...
For the first time in a long time all I wanted was to stay
Just for a little longer before you'd push me away.
Your eyes would send a shiver through my spine,
And somehow the remains of my love you managed to combine,
Giving me back a small, chipped heart with a new name,
And that one winter, summer finally came.
CITEȘTI
Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
