Poem – “The Memory of You in My Mouth” – Romance – 12/20/2019

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How children stream their tears,
Down their faces, reeking with the innocence
That Nature has gifted them,
And yet, the little romances between a boy and a girl,
Are a lot like how we once were,
Without tragedy to melt our dreams into a reality.

Reality is the dark complexion,
That you blew over romance and its element.
You drew near to the darkness of survival,
And became its pawn, its own child,
While I was only a child, before you.
Little worthless imagining called a romance, you defiled.

I was obsessed with a dream,
While you obsessed with a dryness
To your mind,
And never my heart,
That ached with the bitter misfortune of what was to take place,
In everything lacking of truest grace.

Why do I taste my own tears, when I should taste your own?
Why do I taste my own strewn hair, when I should taste your own?
I seem to have faulted my own actions,
You pathetic thing.
I seem to have faulted my own actions,
To you, my pathetic thing.