For weeks,
you kept
knocking at
my door
demanding
to be let in,
hiding away
the wildfire
that forms
a trail of
ash behind
you.
And dear,
when I did ,
you set my
whole world
on red fire,
stole my words
away and
burned
everything to
dark coal.
you popped
my little bubble
of joy, and
made yourself
the centre of
a false
universe, the
one that
your hands
created for
me.
you were
the smoke that
fills the air,
whenever I
inhale, your
lies scorch
my lungs,
and like
poison you
seeped
through my
skin pores,
and into
my blood
mildewing
the veins that
once bled
poetic ink.
your fingertips
tainted my
flesh, while
you tattooed
your name
on every inch
of my body,
letting the
obscure
galaxies in
your eyes
consume
me.
and I slowly
drift to
oblivion .
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
