What keeps me breathing is what
leaves me breathless; I will trail
the wind until it exhausts your
name, and though time berates
secrets confronting silence, you
will always be my favorite casualty. The revolution of broken hearts conceding multiple realities stood no chance
beside the mirage of ripples holding
my gaze; hurt me like you loved me
before the sun ran out of hearts to
break, fold the mud under my tongue
into a being you can adore; and I
will continue to feed loneliness
lies like:
every poem I write is an extension of
the only one meant for you
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
