When Twilight Bleeds

When twilight bleeds

An ombré red

That weeps

At the horizon’s seam,

It really feels like

The sky is crying

Just for me.

Like I’m caught

In an old scene,

Deep in the forest

Of your hard-fought memories

And I’m trying everything

To stem my wounds

From seeping

More and more

Because of you.

But when the crimson fades

From my fixated gaze

And the night falls

Into its bloodless place…

My broken glass lungs

Inhale grace

And you slip

From the tip

Of my tongue

And into the cage

In the back

Of my brain

Where you have

Always belonged.