breaking the spell
one drink at a time
one touch and one kiss
and one more hungry night at a time
the farther and farther
I get from your kiss,
with every other hand
that touches these lips,
the less I remember
your hands and your thighs
your eyes on mine
or at least that’s what I tell myself
I try to pretend
like these strangers’ hands
aren’t yours
and these strangers’ lips
can have me begging for more
but it’s only you
and every time I close my eyes
I feel your heart beating beside mine
but all I have as an empty galaxy
and a spell book full of old souls
so I ask them, one by one,
how to stop loving you
they each laugh and call me a fool
because I shouldn’t try,
the only thing that could heal
a broken heart is time
because yes,
even soulmates
will find another rhyme
About the Creator
ASHER
Writer, poet, dreamer, all around mess.
This is for you, the fellow humans who call themselves baggage & broken edges, and for those who dare to love them.
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