you cried with the
voice of an angel and
i watched you with pupils
hazed in doubt.
hit the concrete,
tumbling. arrow burns
strings on my face i'm shooting
at you but you're too far away.
never meant to catch this
cheap fifty-cent drop-on-the
ground heart. never meant to find
those caramelized brown
barricaded eyes breaking down
my brick walls.
i built them strong,
i swear. but your clawed words
found the gaps in the mortar
too easily.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
