Flowers and an Apology in two parts.

I

 

I held a Lily in my palm,

Extended it out to you and

Dared you to love me.

 

And you did.

 

We built a brick wall around our souls

And our hearts; slightly suffocating

But flowers grew out of the cracks nonetheless

And we felt beautiful.

Beautiful enough to

spill love across our skin

in red acrylic paint

and show our hearts off to the world.

We were always the artsy type,

But I suppose our love of beauty

Was never quite enough to

Keep the promises we wrapped around our pinkies

From falling apart.

 

It seems as if the torrential storm of

Unspoken words and

Holding on too tight

May have been the cause of all this.

Our safe and secure wall was only

Sand in the end and

 

I can’t help but think of the flowers;

they never had a chance to bloom.

 

II

Adieu love

I wish we could wash our hands of this but

my soul is stained with your red lipstick,

pierced with the twilight of your eyes

and a wish that the frayed ends of

this story could be woven back together into

the friendship bracelet we connected our souls

with so many months ago.

But I imagine you cut it off when you cut

these heartstrings

and I'll writhe upon the ground with the broken pieces;

according to you I've always been a snake

so it seems fitting.

My tongue is sharp

but the vision of your halo and wings

still jade my irises.

 

Just please believe me when I say

that this was unintentional.

The crescent moon that shone against your cheek

was just sharp enough to

severe our ties

and set too low beneath your pupils

to grow this garden.

 

Time with its second hands are clasped tight

and jagged...

in the end

our pieces were too frayed to fit.

 

I still wrote poetry of you,

but it was never quite as wonderful

as when you spoke it

and now I write poetry of you

and it’s not nearly as painful as

your silence. So

I would say this is an apology;

A hope that perhaps on a day that

you’re remembering how our blood

flowed together with laughter

you’d stumble upon this cry of desperation

and forgive me

or at least let me explain.

 

But I don’t even know you anymore.

Reviews

[Laura=]]

This is brilliant. I love this. it's so honest and straightforward, and still artistically written. Awesome.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Wow, this is so wonderful. Every changing emotion shines through brilliantly.

[whispereversolightly]

my soul is stained with your red lipstick,
pierced with the twilight of your eyes

I loved this part, This is a really well thought out write. I can feel the emotions tug.