Your carriage was highly decorated.
Ravishing red ribbon bleeding through the forest like you desired to be seen
I could have turned
I could have run the other way
Instead, I let the trees take turns as my hiding places
until I tore my dreadful dress on the thorns I meant to avoid.
Loud enough to jump your horses,
causing the wheels to screech to a halt;
Freezing my boots to the ground
as cool snowflakes garnished my ratchet hair
Before I could run, you spoke to the fear festering in my hooded eyes
"Don't fret, my darling"
I took your hand like you had something to offer
(If I could go back and cut off my own hand, I would)
I let myself follow you, and your charm-covered chaos
Sometimes I loathe myself,
knowing I could have dodged a broken heart
And yet, I cannot seem to burn the remains of the book you gifted me;
the one I tore to shreds and stained with all the tears I swore I'd never let fall on account of you.
But now it sits in the corner of my closet;
untouched,
waiting for someone to find it
and glue it back together.
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Acidic Art
PoetryMay 31st 2021-Present (Book 3) YOU CAN FIND BOOK 1, Silent Soul, on Amazon! Search: "Silent Soul by Racheal Lynn Edwards" under the "book" category. BOOK 2, Twisted Thrill, on Amazon as well! XOXO