Untitled No. 17

Your lips made a guest appearance in tonight's sky.

I'd never thought I'd see that

array of colors in my life again

That delicate rose color that traced

my lips in the dead of winter.

Did you leave bruises on the sky like you did on me?

It sure looks like it.

The purple flower you gave me on my neck is wilting.

I guess it's due to the lack of air your lips

haven't been breathing into it each night.

What I'm trying to say is I need you.

The stars look like they're dancing with the clouds.

I'd never think that the sky,

so tough and vacant could look so soft.

I felt the same way the first time you told me you loved me.

I'd never seen a rock look like a petal until that night.

I'm sorry I couldn't say it back.

I'm sorry I didn't say it when I felt it.

What I'm trying to say is I love you too.

There's something so strange about the way

the sky can bleed into purple then drift back to

shades of red that only

anatomy can depict.

I think that's how I felt about you.

The borders between us melted, and

soon we were a leading world power,

setting an example of how to burn your

country to the ground with a face of beauty.

What I'm trying to say is you destroyed me.

What it comes down to is this,

there will always be a sunrise

and a sunset but I've never seen a

sky like this this before.

And there will always be boyfriends

and strangers and people you will never see again,

but I've never met a person like

you.

(M.S.)

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[katnisscat]

I absolutely love this poem. I honestly love it. Please keep posting your work on this website, because I love good writing.