As I’ll leave you on the edge
You’ll bleed over me, your emotions and pledges.
What did you first think of love
My saved darling?
Your bluest tears,
Your reddest lips,
Your palest face
Doesn’t seem to lift from the sadness
Where you drink it through.
You swear to me,
That life did not leave you once this way
Upon a day
I did not meet you.
Now my words seem to eclipse and breed thorns
On your worn heart.
Why do I hope?
Why do I grope
For something so empty
As you?
Blood seems to be buried,
Just as much as love,
Just as much as my sheltering arms
That never moved.
Poem – “This Black Journey” – Romance – 4/14/2020
