there are so many things that cross my mind when I hear your name
like the sunrise in your eyes
and the garden you left in my soul
and how it's overgrown with weeds,
because you don't tend to it anymore
or your voice when you get sleepy,
and your skin after the rain
smooth like milk chocolate, and tattooed with pain
and the way you hugged me when I was bleeding
how you cleaned the poison from my veins and replaced it with sugar
then there's the way you carved your name into my heart , and promised you'd leave it there
because you know so many people have torn theirs out and left scars
oh and I can't forget about the way your fingers used to trace my arm
leaving goosebumps and giggles from us both
and how when it was 1:58 the sun would hit your eyes just right and make them glow
but it never compared to how bright your smile was
I think about the times you picked the thorns out of my skin , helping me clean up the mess others made
hating them for doing this to me
but what I think the most is;
would you hate yourself too?
since now there's more thorns than ever , and they're all from you .
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
