you kiss my cracks
to plant seeds
in my barren heart -
(a flower blooms).
your tongue bleeds life
into my parched mouth
and i swallow
(your lies).
i feel
your fingers
run up my face
(because my eyes are closed).
you whisper in my ear
you are mine
and my eyes water
(i want to be).
i will be left
to cut stubborn weeds
and an open mouth
(my lips drip with blood).
you will be gone
tomorrow
but you are here
(for now).
so i will sit
on the gravel
planting wildflowers
(for your return).
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Broken Hearts Fall Silent
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
By Mercedes Chavez3 days ago in Confessions
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Days like that ring a distant memory for me. Yet, I am like the proverbial weed. I keep surviving.