you pierced
your nails in it
your fingers have
blood stainsinside your
blunt nails
my skin still bleeds
it's living ever sincehome
heart
gardenyou plucked my
precious poppies from it
you took a lot of bricks
broke my home
thinking it's all yoursthe land
now barren that is
drenched in tears
and slaughtered hopes
stinks of nightmares
and fear uproarcome, walk with me
on this road
this is a cemetery of my dreams
walk upon with me
they might drag you income, walk with me
lend me your feet
and walk with me—here lies the poet but still in love with you
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...