i see your eyes staring into mine
i hear your voice whispering into my ear
i feel your warmth and i nestle in your chest
let my memories stay perfect
i promise i'll walk away without regret
i've been desperate to grow
flooded my soils and seeds trying to quickly put a plaster on a fracture
i was hurt and i was immature and that's okay
my resentment to you was a convenient excuse, a standin while i picked myself up again
long enough to not cry anymore, but not so long i've forgotten
i burned this bridge with streaking flashbangs and blazing torches
the intricate railings and steps i worked hard to perfect melted and coated with ash
i'm not sure if i could demolish it or try to make it as it was
i'll leave the remains of our bridge as a memento but it's not where i'll stand anymore
maybe our islands will never cross
but there's always space to meet you for the first time again
YOU ARE READING
gold-tinted glasses
Poetrythe sky spills open and the flowers gleam gold, and looking up at the sunlight i see it all written clear as day in the trees a diary romanticising coming of age, relationships, heartbreak and love again
