you were the reason it kept
beating — my fragile, pretty
heart who craves music, art and
poetry that understands me,
and gives me the heart-to-heart
I need.
you said my heart would be safe in
your arms,
but wasn't.
in a heartbeat
my heart was
crushed by
you ;
what becomes of me now?
;
summer playlists clouded your ears
passion fruit juice on your lips
swirling tattoos of suns and heartbreak hearts on your arms
but I didn't hear the alarm to stop growing love for you the way white roses bloom
and now I'm gardening roses of love for you, day in day out
yet I'm breaking my back, in the hopes you see the fruits of
my labour, iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou
but everything has withered and died when i see you
giving her lovey-dovey eyes from across your midnight table,
a hand is cupped in your chin and you look like your
iricus, falling to earth, with no doubts as you let
your wings burn—
burn madly, as you fall in love with her
and I know — I know I have no right to feel so melancholy, so heartbroken,
so trapped by my caught of guard feelings that snap, cry and scream
like i'm thrown in the eye of the storm —when i see you
watching her through those star-crossed lover fairy lights,
running your musical hands down them in a soft disconnection,
sending her the right signs —
it hurts to know those star-crossed lovers i see aren't you and me,
but I don't envy, I adore her, in weird way
because she's the person who captured your mind, body and soul
in ways i never could
for my love for you is just memory,
and so
I'm star-crossed lover staring at other stars in love.
—ambitionsx, © 2022