Inch sized smile
Razor blades
Severed heart
Rose petals marred by perpetual tears
Slapped me with thy void
To stitch up our past
I drape thy memories of bliss with lust
The unrequited love,
once again triumph
The poet then last wrote:
a man so capable in love
now liveth through gin
and soulless bosoms
for love is blind
to see the dangers and misfortunes
like razor blades,
my careless eye can stand witness
to cuts, blood and bruises
For love, frail yet severing
and to believe in love,
ever since her after
would be a shameful burden
upon this forsaken soul
I will not falter.
Labels: poetics