Anger seeps into this tormented, bitter gourd of love.
Even now, I remember the pity in your eyes.
I understand your flashes of pure insanity
And I will forever curse the ground you walk on.
Shame on me for all that you tainted in my life,
Your touch scalds like bitter tonic on my skin.
No matter how I try to scrub it off, that old fleeting, false romance,
It reeks of everything I once believed in.
STAI LEGGENDO
Never In Spring ✓
PoesiaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024
