your heart was the warmest place i've ever been in
so i made my home in it
it got colder with the time
but i used to think it was my only home
so i stayed, lived in your winter,
and you kicked me out because
i was shining like the sun
for you
and you've always hated summer;
i should have knew it, right?
i walked for hours under bitter rain
through our city full of lights and empty ashtrays
i spend the night looking for a new home
even knowing i could never find one,
you were the one
so i came back to you
crawling
hoping you would forgive me for a mistake i never made
like i forgive the sun every night for abandoning me
i entered through the window of our house
to reclaim the room that with so much effort i built
just to find my poems
dirty
and scattered over the carpet,
what did you do to them?
in your bed you were resting
drunk by the perfume of another woman,
covered in floral sheets that smelled like sweet memories and bitter coffee
i wish i could fill the space you left in my heart like you filled the one i left in your bed
YOU ARE READING
the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
