Was it ever clear enough;
That you were the suspect?
You were the murderer of emotions;
I made poems about at rainy days;
The kid which vandalized my walls;
The knife which stabbed me in the chest;
Was it too obvious I was weak?
Was my pulsating flesh naked and bare;
So you grabbed it and tore it apart;
And killed me before I could fall deeper?
Was it ever clear enough that I loved you?
YOU ARE READING
Dalliance ➵ poems
Poetry❝𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨?❞ All poems written by chantal//cinnamoniall-
