this brand of love
is not for everyone
taken under foot
to be ground to dust
particles of you remaining
to pull it back together
alone
too blind to stumble forward
too loose to be constrained
never a waking second
never a saving hand
you crave this association
of meaninglessness i sate
with an obligatory passing
glance meant to steal from you
this breath which breathes
the sweet nothing into you
alone
too preoccupied to focus
too unnerving to outwit
never a stone unturned
never a moments grace
this brand of love
which I reserve for you alone
is marked in brutal colours
tarnished so as to not allow
the sun to cast a glimmer
off the fragments I have left you
all alone
1 comments:
You knew all along that i would be left... alone.
No Regrets.
Thank You for everything, even the things i despised.
i'll never forget.
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