Dried petals

#11

In the alleys
of broken
hearts,
where all
that remains
are glowing
embers of lost
souls,
we stumbled
upon each
other,
to find love
in the shade
of wrong.
we tasted the
fragrance of
a hopeless
passion in a
vulnerable
place where
we were left
to wither in
cold.
you stripped
me bare of the
scars that lied
beneath the
thick layers of
raw skin, and
kissed my
cracked shards,
in hopes to
make me feel
better,
forgetting
that your
hands might
break me
even more.
and I gently
traced your
every outline
in attempt to
dust off the
ashes that
crawl up your
bones,
but my lurid
fingertips
burned your
shell.
we were two
beings who
were made
to destroy
each other,
yet your
bruised lips
always met
my chapped
ones, and
our souls
have never
failed to
find a way
among the
chaos to link
our bleeding
hearts.
and despite
everything
my dear,
we loved
in our own
way,
for we lived
on the
edge of
time, where
the dark
kisses the
morn.