solitude is something that never existed
when you were around,
you always knew how to play my strings
that sounded like a love song.
I'm playing myself in solitude without you
and if my strings break some day -
know that I keep you in my heart
where it snows when you fall
and it hurts when you're gone.
I coat my throat with sugar
and kiss our regrets farewell.
goodbyes are bitter -
i swear i won't bottle a single tear drop up
to be used for evidence
that you once existed
inside of a single piece of my sadness.
i'm sorry about losing my temper,
lost souls tender until late december,
you remembered my voice
and we laughed a little earlier,
way back in november,
the months may go by,
and the feelings may fade,
but at least this way,
we can keep inking the page.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
