he holds my face
between his fingers
and my heart
under his eyelids.
he never bid
but i sold my soul
for a mark of Cain
and a kiss.
he turned my eyes
the color of blood
and my veins pulsed
with hunger
the kind that never goes away.
he never looked
but i wanted him to
see me in the sky
full of silver.
i died in his arms
because he killed me
like warriors do
and i merely swallowed.
i bowed my head
and left my swords
to be ruled
by an anarchy.
but he holds me
and that is enough.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges7 days ago in Psyche
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Majestic poem, well done!
That was beautiful and sad at the same time...