Graveyard ShiftA Poem by Justine JohnstonPart One of Three.His mouth was a graveyard. I thought I could look past the cold bones I dug up when I heard him utter the words “You’re beautiful”. Every time he proclaimed, “You’re the one I’ve been looking for”, Every f*****g time he said “I love you, you make me so damn happy- I love you” I guess I was too busy trying to hide my own skeletons That I forgot to look for yours While sifting through the dirt. And as I shovel the mud out of my ribcage, I clear a space where my heart used to be And replace it with a tombstone. One that reads: “I cannot mourn any longer over a heart I never had.” His mouth was a graveyard, Every romantic line ever written dying Before the syllables ever left his lips. Sweet nothings whispered into my ear; dying before they ever rolled off his tongue. © 2016 Justine JohnstonAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 14, 2016 Last Updated on July 6, 2016 Tags: Relationship, Trust issues, Poetry, Lies, Death, Love, Hate AuthorJustine JohnstonUpstate, NYAboutAn aspiring Literature major, minoring in Creative Writing. I write about things I've felt, things I am, and things I wish to never go through again or ever. I write about love, and how it's angered m.. more..Writing
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