charlotte
Your hand out the window, the breeze running through- I must admit it is both a painful and blissful reflection wrapped in yellow caution tape.
And yet the biggest hurdle I've had to overcome since the chaos, among wiping the dried glue off the shattered pieces, is to admit that I've done my fair share of unnecessary hurting;
An admission that not only requires detailing how I am not the innocent victim that I claim, but instead a cunning vixen with smudged lipstick. (Red lipstick!)
This predicament that has been placed before me can only be explained by my own inexplainable actions...an endless loop-de-loop that goes around like a carousel in the onion layers of my expired brain matter.
What is the limitation on earthly sins before we as human beings become unworthy of a second chance? The question haunts me at the podium just like the imprint of your first impression, that glowing meeting of minds and souls and eventually bodies that is once in a fleeting lifetime.
I fumble in the dark for the switch and pray the light turns on before you disappear, a fog of psychosis leveling up each increment like a spider crawling up its carefully-crafted web;
My sparkling spinneret makes quick work of an inviting and beautiful illusion while my own false truths get tangled in the knots-
Your dreams suddenly come to life in the shape of my eyes and with a solitary gaze you are mine, in an instant regretting every decision that has led you to this abandoned barn.
Welcome home, dear. Get comfortable.
You'll only be here forever.
YOU ARE READING
your heart breaks forevermore
PoetryA combination of both poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been an escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely fictional. I pray you all can escape int...
