She writes so beautifully
The ink flowing from the page like
Oxygen.
Her mind must be jumbled,
She must be confused,
Her life must be in a terrible place
For such beauty to come
Naturally.
He kissed her ink-stained fingers
The cobalt molecules transferring to his skin
Like
A Polaroid that never fully developed.
He must be insane,
He must be fragile or broken,
His life must be quite a mess
For him to love something so
Naïve.
She knew words that he had never heard of
And she told stories
That he never knew existed.
Together
They sat on her kitchen floor
And she allowed him
To come inside
Of her mind
Slowly.
He did not understand most of what she said
But he knew that she was
Everything
And everywhere all at once.
He had a knack for choosing all that was
Wrong
For him.
And he chose her.
She allowed her words to consume her,
Each syllable leaving
Untraceable
Gashes that only ran
Tissue deep.
She disappeared into who
She never thought
She could
Be.
He followed her down the rabbit hole
Like a lost
Rabbit
That knew not what he was getting himself into.
He became addicted to the oxygen
And kissed her ink-stained fingertips
Within the folds of her
Mind.
YOU ARE READING
A Delicate Void
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, and thoughts (c) BreatheForMeBabe 2013. I gave you a shred of my soul. The edges, soaked in blood, cloaked in tears, were deteriorated from years of harsh depression and abuse. I thought that I could run from yo...
