I should've known that the things of which I am afraid,
And the colours which, with time, imperceptibly fade,
Are messages coming from the sky,
Scoring the clouds; riding the birds on high.
The little love poems you once wrote for me,
Were like the high tide waves on a sea;
Ones on which you feel the bliss,
Ones on which the winds gently kiss.
The thought of your lips caressing my cheek,
Seemed like a treasure a mendicant  would seek;
But now that your demons disenthral,
I see through your thoughts; and I realise how badly I've failed.
A con, a deceit, a massive hoax only one of a kind,
A black, dark heart I didn't know I'd find.
Why? Why did I ever have to meet you?
Is there anything else left for you to do?
I inhale pain as if it were air,
I breathe in poetry; because I have so much to share.
I live in solitude, inside the darkness of the night,
I look for rainbows; but find only you in my sight.
Take me to a world where rainbows end,
And flowers of love grow; letting stems unbend.
Take me where the bees hum a melifluous song,
And I sit on the viridescent grass; in a world where I truly belong.
~*~
{I know you use me, and I know you're fake. But I stay; just for my love's sake}
26th of September, 2017
1:10 am