Thoughts On What Was
A kiss that lasts for a
split second,
provokes a heartbreak of
mass proportions.
Hush secrets trapped somewhere
obscene.
Trapped between a whisper and a
SCREAM.
The loudest silence comes ever so
silently.
Honey your kill, killing me
with your fucking irony.
Let fate remind you how you’ve
sinned,
and once again fall from heaven with
lifeless wings.
But fall slow…
for the ground below comes fast,
faster than the drowning tide of
our stories past.
Let’s pretend to be complicated,
and delay comprehending it.
What’s “it”?
Doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters,
when nothing is the matter.
Let me keep writing these,
poems,
that you’ll never read,
you’ll never see.
Keep giving this
advice,
that you’ll never heed.
Slit wrists were never my
style.
So lets slit open those
lips,
to relive your smile.
And be your notion of
perfection,
while drowning in waters of
imperfection.
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Submission Name: Thoughts On What Was
