you've broken every finger twice
chipped the teeth with which you smile
treating happiness like it is a vice
yet sweet agony is worth the toil
you willingly replaced eyes with slate,
gaze now truly hard as stone
and tore from shoulders the wings of fate
for the sins you commit, you commit alone
you wear your scars on frayed sleeves
each a cherished, silver-lined lesson
with whose pain you have achieved
the endless hunger of your vision
only a fool would ignore your void
but the pull of it's current is one i can abide
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
