he fell without a sound
in that place where she gave him scars.
where love was never there to last,
only the conditions to steal it away …
leaving him forsaken and alone.
he fell without a sound
in that place where she gave him scars.
where love was never there to last,
only the conditions to steal it away …
leaving him forsaken and alone.
something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
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along with the
feathered fragment remains
in ashes of clipped wings,
he kept his love in a dust pan
hidden in a corner
where no light would find it.
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carved away by a river of pain,
the worn and jagged edges of his heart
now expose the forgotten sedimentary layer
of how to love himself.
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wearing his favorite t-shirt
and a coquettish grin,
he played board games
with dice and peoples hearts
losing his turn at love…
on his final spin.
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born with a broken heart,
hollow thoughts crowd his mind
like a choir of burnt out candles
forgotten
in the middle of nowhere.
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he painted red on fractured walls
to hide the stains
that live in him.
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tangled up in an old lovers shirt,
he fell to the ground
and buried his abandoned heart.
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he painted all the time
so not to notice
he was falling with wings.
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tears put out the fire’s flame
but it’s sparks still filled with hope
flood the sky for love’s return.
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