The fire abrading, my lovelorn stare into his eyes,
Questioning him of his reasons, of Whats and Whys.
The chaotic formation of love inside,
The feeble heart asking him, stripping all it's pride.
Of why Nik looked at me with such cruel fire,
Of why his stance, his rigid claws on my cheek more than his rigid jaws, spoke of ire.
What did I do to deserve this?
He let me go and took my arms in his.
He still was clutching my bones hard enough for them to break,
I surrendered all my respect, for my love's sake.
Like a meek pup, I fill his left steps,
Out of the club, like a master he leads.
In the apprehension of the coming,
My mind begins to prep.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...