Heartbreak written on my face
Ink made of tears
Your hands to blame
Soft touch
Harsh grasp
Two blue eyes
Dark brown hair
A smile that wasn’t meant to last
A haunting laugh
A dreamer in bed
Surrounded by memories
And everything left unsaid
Hope drank like poison
Marks of touches
Done in passing
Glow red in the absence of the other
Empty conversations
Drawn out over hours
An impending feeling of doom impressing upon the soul
Sideway glances
Sentences stick to the rough of my mouth
A pleading frame
In the presence of one who is deaf to every utterance
Night after night
One head full of fantasies
The other full of dread
Silence
Has become too loud
The slamming of car doors echo throughout my body
Ups and downs
Turns taken so quick
Thrown out of my seat
Waiting for you to notice
Paint
Thrown around
Obscuring pictures that once seemed so innocent
Turning them into indescribable memories that should be thrown away
Rose bushes bloom
Even in the cold
But the thorns are not always worth the beauty of the petals upon its branches
Blood
Running from my veins
Dark and warm
Making stains on the frozen ground
A chasm between us
Shadows around us
A rope that neither wants to use
Staring at each other
Forgetting one another at the same pace we learned it
A distance wave
An unhearable whisper
“It could have been you”
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