Author: xxALICE PM
Five years. How long does it take to forget the way someone rolled their eyes in the winter sun? Exhaled smoke on the words, "I really don't care." Grabbed me around the waist. Told me to touch her hair. Ignored me completely.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 125 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-22-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3094493
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She is sacred geometry,
but boundless, without the lines.
Within her is a black lake
not of sorrow
but of so many colours they form black when combined.
She is a perfect circle
in intention and form.
A glinting silver blade
crafted to cut a thousand times and never once draw blood.
And I stare at the ceiling for what feels like decades
wondering why I could never seal her glaring, bleeding blanks,
knowing she could never love
the way I have and always will love
Like a solar flare that lasts a lifetime.
Like a sigh at daybreak.
Like the way one would cling to their last breath
or the way one would draw their first.