Red and Blue

I will my soul to be still
As you force your every step away
Through the grass and dirt
I try to keep my pain

On that day you left me
Not just your lover, but your best friend
Red blood spilled gently
Marking an unwilling end

My heart travelling miles
Pulled softly from my chest
Traversing the depths of darkness
Caress the cavity that it left

Bruises brown and blue, deep maroon
Below and above my collarbone
Left to mark me as your own
Leave me this feeling I've never known

The smell of you was strong at first
But now it's ever fading
Like these memories I hope to keep
That are not so everlasting

Reviews

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Painful memories turn into most beautiful human expression what we call poetry. You certainly created very emotional writing. We can feel your pain and your lost illusions. But you use it for self healing words. It's nice to always to see when we don't escape and also not painting world at pink color. But when we are realistic and keeping our spirit high .

[Indra's Child]

Every day the sun rises again, every night the moon rises. Grieving lost connections is a painful process. Elevating yourself out of the destructive behaviors that you have a choice to perpetrate and using your pain to better yourself and enrich your spirit; that's something I'm learning how to do.

Thank you