Don't Trust Hazel Eyes

We danced under purple sunsets
Palm trees reflected in your gaze,
The smokers pull, pulled heavy
filling my lungs to the brim
with giving in.
Half alive,
The other half gone in the wind
along with the ash from the last hit
Fruit juice dripped from your chin,
fresh innocence
wide eyed
like cherry pie
Sand by the boat load cover me like film,
Cotton clouds ease their way
down the see through streets of my lungs
Like heartfelt letters in the mail.
Dragging words
like fingers down my back
Hallowed halls with empty rooms,
door numbers tattooed in my memory,
Forgetting is a foreign object.
Keeping promises on the paper we both signed,
but it's getting harder and harder to just get by
More like dragging our feet
to a place we're sick of going
You held the kiss long enough to mask the truth,
That you've made your bed a long time ago,
and there just isn't space for me anymore

Author's Note

it's my fault.

Reviews

[PoeticSorcery]

fault can be a weighted term. mistakes aren't made to be remembered forever to get stuck in and never dive your way out. the darkness shouldn't consume us, though that's easier said than done.

[Corset]

if you are going to survive, there has to be an ounce of deniability, there is always space, there is some very wonderful talent in this write.

[JC]

I dig the flow, like you're telling a story in poetic line over a film collage of memories and feeling, from the hazy bliss of beginnings to a heart torn end..but still, made a damn beautiful poem.

[Tsubaki Kuro]

wow. that is very powerful. Nice details. I love it.

[Gabby Nieves]

thank you (: im glad you liked it