You my love, were a perfect disaster.
You were smoother than the feeling of the autumn wind blowing in my hair,
Yet as reckless as the flames of a wild fire in the middle of July.
You were calm and soothing like the sound of the ocean on a nice summer day,
But somehow at violent as the waves smashing against the sand.
You were understanding, like the birds in the maple tree,
But yet you were so confused about life, like the dumb black cat.
You were loving. I felt loved like the fictional girls I read about in books.
You were heartless, like the bad boys I read about in books.
You destroyed me.
Yet helped me.
You left
And I stayed.
Today your wound is still there, open and barley healing,
Whereas mine is gone.
You thought you killed me,
But I came back up, stronger than ever.
I hope that you learn your lesson, like I learned mine.
Never trust a human with hazel orbs and dimples.
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
