January 1, 2024.


cold

Oh, but tell me, did you miss me?
Somewhere between here and there
Some fragile lie we wove - a gentle embrace,
and the sound of my heavy boots tossing gravel as I left

Because I did -
I had left myself behind as a timid ghost
that pushes stray hair behind your ears
and embroiders kisses into the crook of your neck

Hoping you will think of me,
If I place little hints of my downfall
but I have invaded all your favorite things and places
An intention I didn’t have, to plague you

I sing your name, whisper oaths I had made
My warm breath at your ear
But you shiver as if I’m cold as death
It doesn’t matter what I bare, I can taste only the fear

But I am not the one -
who sunk their teeth into your skin
I merely tried to clean your open wounds,

but you flinched, pulled away, couldn’t allow me in
Hatred leaked through pursed, red lips
And then you told me to leave with this awful grin




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-01-01 at 11:06

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