last month i saw you dancing between someone else's arms
at the beat of the song i wrote for you
and i couldn't help but think to myself
what a slut
do you smile at them
like you used to smile at me?
how can you show
the hidden corners of the heart
that once was my home?
how do you dare to love her
like you used to love me?
how do you dare to love her
with the heart that loved me?
somebody out there is drinking the tears
you always refused to give me;
i guess you enjoyed letting me die dehydrated
your tongue, sharp as a switchblade
writes your name on the back
of every flower you wither
just as you did to me,
and i said thank you
you're sharing
the parts of the body that so many times
i kissed,
stroked, felt...
loved
you're opening the heart
that with so much effort i had to warm by myself
until i ended up frozen
you're showing
that specific spark i used to see in your eyes
when i wore your favorite knee socks around my house,
you're letting others look you in the eyes
and whisper sweet words between wasted walls
you share every part
of your heart and mind
as the slut you are
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...
