i am to you
the delicately curled pencil shavings,
the piles of sand of pulverized chips of soft lead
you've mindlessly blown away,
almost lost from existence,
but your touch still lingers on my dancing skin
and your gaze in my glistening eyes.
you've broken me into a billion scattered pieces,
yet you've forgotten i'm still there,
clinging onto you,
onto what we had,
our masterpieces,
even after you've created new ones.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
