can you hold me so close
that every knife that I've ever had to carry
would come out to bend into an armour
can you touch these demons with your hands whole
so that the ice hardening before the sky
could melt for the love of a sunrise
how many nights will it take for you
to understand that
the lies I'm feeding you
you need to spit them out
because when for the first time
I saw your eyes screaming aloud
I knew I know everything about
you and how sick you were from the same wounds
I will hold you by your throat
but you will never again bleed
I promise I will kiss you into a safety so unusual
you will never again dream
-Alokita
YOU ARE READING
The Language of Rain
Költészet[TW :- CRINGE] Here, burns the bonfire of my heart. this is a random collection of poems and thoughts.
