down to the bones
with no more to scar,
i'm sitting with you
in a place up afar,
where no one can find us
spilling our secrets,
holding our thumping minds
and painting our hearts.
i can feel the change of you
when you came
into our own little adobe;
your eyes wondered
in the depths of the void
in the center of your ocean,
and i didn't wonder
how much time
you have been strayed alone.
your lips curled into a tiny snarl
whenever i mentioned love
and i wonder how twisted
the words in your chapter was
to make you against
the idea of 'pathetic' heart-eyes
and hand-holding.
write me a sincere poem
of you in your feelings
and i promise
we can stitch every
piece of gold feather
back into your wings.
-valkryie
