'love opened a mortal wound,
in agony, i worked the blade
to make it deeper.'
I bled through the surface,
She never made.
I admired her face as her mouth turns slyly,
You are falling for me, aren't you? her expression questioned.
And I continued to look admiringly,
As tears collected in my eyes lens.
How did I get so lucky?
And she pulled me closer by the collar
And smelled my hair, so furry;
It ached good in my chest,
at this strange obsession.
She closed her eyes and held on to me.
And I don't want her to leave.
I don't, I say.
And my eyes plea with fear,
As her figure fades away.
On my soul this instance continues to weigh,
And to anyone who can help I plead...
Please don't leave me in this pit of despair I have dug for myself;
I promise, I will dig out of it,
I will,
I just want you to stay and I will be yours to take.
YOU ARE READING
you can't give up, not after changing me/ fragile mess of mine
Poetry"if I told you about the darkness inside me, would you still look at me like I'm the sun." She didn't give up on me - I fell for her - she is now giving up on herself and I can never let that happen. that's it. xxreke~ :)
