so you woke up
last night,
all sweat and
shivers,
dreaming of her
in your fierce embrace:
not of me.
---
The day has gently
wrapped itself up in the
droopy silences of night
while we pretend our common
excuse: sleep.
Our breaths cascade into one,
our arms lazily holding
the other and our minds
thinking of him and her.
---
It's funny how when you
tell me you love me
I can see her pictures playing
a pretty movie in your
heart.
---
You taunt me with her sadness
of not having you, her
jealousy of me being in your
life.
You think it's, oh, so
fine that she's writhing in her
helpless anger while I
seethe at your shallowness.
Envy, jealousy!
ReplyDeletewhy is it
ReplyDeletethat ppl all over
write stuff in odd aligns
when it would
just suffice
as a good old paragraph!
but good stuff though... as usual!!!
good stuff. i like it!
ReplyDeletei really liked the second one.
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeletepictures burnt in the folds
of a creased heart
memories damp with fungus moulds
on a half-eaten lemon tart
I am too shallow to see you go
withdraw inside
Too scared to let me show
scars I want to hide
Phoenix Rises - Hehe..I managed to capture it!
ReplyDeletemark iv - I like writing with the line breakage and calling it poetry. People tend to think I'm complex and keep away from me.
wandering dervish - Coming from you, I'll take it to be an honor.
steppenwolf - Thanks from coming by. :) Glad you liked it!
First Rain - Nice poem, that :)