Poem – “This Black Journey” – Romance – 4/14/2020

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.