My heart is a carefully crafted glass menagerie into which I rear and nurse and keep in display all my heart's possessions so delicate and much like clay our first times and last too our kisses and hugs too the memory of your gifted ring out of love to be any true the finger onto which still sits a perfect tan line a little more perfect than our love, letters of haphazard hands yellowed and smudged in tears poetries unfinished here and there some in torn apart pages yet breathing favourite texts that I pinned and Valentine roses in diaries grin of the love that sinned hands printed on souls the magic they behold been ever so tenderly decorated and cased into the menagerie for those in love to see what it bore.
You are the longest poem I will ever write with every word woven in plight and verses screeching of our abortive romance You see I held 'red' guilty for way too long for all of the mayhem inflicted I wouldn't want to be painted crimson again I fear the carnages it left last time I wish to show you sometimes all the scars, I have turned into stars and ever so delicately into poetries sad and dark Do you heed to stop by the casket of my rotten memories and fallen love pain flicking through the cracks of which, like last of golden rays of light both glorious and bloodied it seems an incandescent glow enticed broken hearts and beautiful souls of my long held fights as much with myself as with you and every night I write you under the moonlight madness into papers bloated in inks, black and blue and every time you grace my eyes like the unseasoned rains this body goes numb and bane The only truth I know now is that you are long gone just this heart still aches, chars and itches feels as cold as the snow waves striding right through the soul slicing my blackend heart apart it's winter violence embodies the failures of love, of loneliness and exile. I remember us sitting on the hilltop on begged time holding a hand meant for another I gaze in awe of that Greekly perfect Cupid's bow as you promised a thousand years and with your rosebud lips that lie ever so often you planted kisses on mine that shall burn for a thousand more like poison ivy touches and I, with all the ivorylike purity forkeeps to love you three thousand and as the sun sets and twilight soaks the soil I watch you turn into a stranger with all of my love, unwanted. I know now I can only write you on the spectral realm on the other side where love is believed to be blind and as beautiful and red as the rose where you will love me with all of yourself and I clad to your bones.
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