My heart is a glass trapped in your hands of steel
and with a just a single touch, all years of loving starts to bleed;
paper thin skin kissed with your razor sharp lips,
you breathe fire and I turn into ashes as you speak.
Yours an ocean with waves I couldn't tame
and I tried to shift tides with strangers with no name
but mine an empty place without your ever changing days;
ours a never treated wound with a beautiful face.
Every promises' an empty prayer for the great unknown,
Every farewells leads to deep regrets to shy 'hello's'
and you sink the ships I built to lift,
it seems the hurting was meant for me.
YOU ARE READING
blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
