It'll take forever to steady this breath, tracing along necks and hoping to cheat death.
You came for me, covered in red rose smelling dread.
Sweat gathered to witness desperate pleas. Say leaving won't really be so bad. On a tad bit twisted note, her eyes glossed empty.
The first glance was so fascinating, action plan... take a stance.
Soul in hand, fire encampment. Forget justice, let's chance this.
Fold under many paper mountains, ink sloshing through veins. Sick of silence, what is your name?
I picked a new one once, then traded it back for the original. Compared confusion, yes I love you but, I’m leaving. It’s more than a punch to the gut. Reaches the eternal parts, the soul. Now, what’s going to open the door of healing? Honestly, I believe humility. I seek to let the bitterness expire, understand my desires separate from a lover and gain a stronger connection with the creator.
About the Creator
Jordan Hayden
I live in Arizona and enjoy writing poetry.
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