the night that i fell
i remember the smell
of honeysuckle still
prickling the air.
your eyes, so brown,
and in them i drowned,
until your melancholy
chuckle broke the silence.
"i can't love you," you said
"because that's asking to be dead,
and unlike you i have a purpose."
i wish the ground would swallow me whole.
so toss a coin in the well,
and please remember to tell
our loved ones that i always knew
they cared.
this heartbreak may not be the last,
but this sadness is past
due to be broken to smithereens.
i am tired of allowing someone in.
just to be handed back pieces.
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