She hides in the dark
Because she’s afraid of her demons,
Unaware that it’s a street light
She’s desparaely seeking.
She opens her eyes to see her reflection;
She’s standing at the post on the corner of Beacon.
Wheels whistle through the street
As if you’re calling for her.
Longing for the ripped jeans
And cigarette smoke in the air.
The aroma that connected her love and fears,
It was a connection she wished for in her prayers.
Within time she became soulless.
You just starred-
At her body that laid in your bed each night.
Praying that any intimacy would heal all fights.
But her body became cold
And her mind went numb;
She was addicted to this life,
You were the lace in her virgin album.
Dates became coitus
And green turned to white;
Conversations only focused
On what’s currently in sight.
She went from a book of blank pages
To ashes resulted from your fire.
She became detrimental,
Striving to disengage from your desires.
She sat in silence, repeating her name
Trying to find herself without you near.
She was in fear,
For she felt psychotic;
She couldn’t help but believe
That your love was intensely fucking toxic.
About the Creator
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