i remember what you looked like that night: your hair a mess, eyes red with tears of sadness. you wore on your lips the last kiss that you'd ever receive from me; they were parted slightly, shaped like a heart. eyes hazel, like tree bark and grass, widened at my words, and the freckles that danced upon your skin crinkled as you processed them. i wanted to take it back, i truly did. but it was best this way. i could not drag you into this mess anymore.
angels and devils were never meant to fall in love, my dear.
"i never loved you."
- r.
his response; third of august, 19
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Poetryif only the clock would be merciless, if only time would reverse; did i not tell you that cupid's plans could be the worst? started 19/12/18 collection of poems cover picture found off pinterest
