H I M
the tears slide down his cheek
as wet as it can be
salty, like the waves of the sea
condemned him to his mind's tyranny
he could taste his tears
never being near
without her, his dear
from afar, through the dark
it was better this way
two halves of a whole
never finding their way
to fix their damned souls
H E R
she counted all her flaws
one, two, three, four...
countless ones, of shapes and sizes
five, six, so many more
her finger tips touched a ghost,
a ghost of what once was hers
she longed for it the most
far beyond the spurs
she was fine this way
she hoped he was too
alone they would pray
and hope it was not true.
YOU ARE READING
slowly drowning
Poetry"why do they use butterflies to describe that feeling, when it actually feels like moths?" my poetry, short stories, and other things.
