Shattered


Aesthetically pleasing sweetheart of mine,
With wind blown hair and skin so fine.
Your chiseled features strike fireworks in my forbidden
mind.
Conducting the night with soothing words, how can you
be so blind?
Wafting fingers flitter against my back, little drunken
men in fame
Arms of magnets engulfing my cold, frail, metal body frame.
Electricity snaps in the room as the sun begins to set.
Our mouths spewing memories like your mothers worn
cassette.
Your lips are light roses prickling mine, oh, such endless
time.
A skull encrusted with books and maps, forgetting smoke
and crime.
Hearts plastered with "I love you"'s and "please do not cry."
Stomachs exploding night after horrid night, with "why
do I even try"
A returning pit that consumes my torso presents itself
once more,
This cavern of despair has been here before.
You left forgetting to collect your scent from my bed,
An absence of masculine warmth will soon spread.
As a god you assure all hope that these feelings will
soon subside,
"Drink some water, it'll all be fine".

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