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i.
We found each other like hope
on the coldest, darkest day of January.
You took my hands, eyes soft like the clouds
before rain and promised me a whole life
that was not yours to give.
No one had taught you
about borrowed forevers.
No one had taught me about people
like you who looked like homes
but were quicksand instead.
ii.
This is how we ended:
I stopped talking
but you didn’t notice
because you stopped listening
long ago.
iii.
People fall in such deep, dark love
with each other that they forget
that love is a perishable thing.
They hold on long past the love growing bad
until one of them finally catches scent
of the decay
We found each other like hope
on the coldest, darkest day of January.
You took my hands, eyes soft like the clouds
before rain and promised me a whole life
that was not yours to give.
No one had taught you
about borrowed forevers.
No one had taught me about people
like you who looked like homes
but were quicksand instead.
ii.
This is how we ended:
I stopped talking
but you didn’t notice
because you stopped listening
long ago.
iii.
People fall in such deep, dark love
with each other that they forget
that love is a perishable thing.
They hold on long past the love growing bad
until one of them finally catches scent
of the decay
Literature
Of candles and consequences.
Write, poet: write
of misshapen mishaps,
of the long awaited rain,
of a walk with butterflies,
of little things that fill homes,
of fathers who lose their children,
of the clear resonance of the empty north,
of snow in rain when coming back from fencing,
of a curious warm feeling -- that warmth for you
(burning me down,
millions of years in the making),
of the end of you and I.
Literature
Reluctant Heart
Her eyes were doused in heavy mascara
running down cheeks so flawed and broken.
She wasn't in search of a lover that night
Not a heart of emotion as she wandered the streets;
Instead her eyes searched beneath the blanket of rain
for someone who was equally broken inside...
As deep down she knew, beneath her heart reluctantly beating;
That only the shattered could share in this pain.
'Reluctant Heart' -- by Word of Chen
Literature
Her
A golden mask
to hide the tears.
A hood to hide the head.
Laughter disguising the pain inside,
when you left this one for dead.
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Very beautiful write