Poem 21 (Collection 3)

Whiskey-flavoured confessions where it all began,
sun-kissed red roses that sat at the writing desk,
a drop of sweat that fell on parched lips when we made love,
monstrous wrath that burned sweet love to ashes,
fragrant candles that waited by the bedside,
fear that anchored itself to wandering thoughts,
the scent of sex that was picked up on a Saturday morning,
shredded pages of melancholic poetry dropped off in the trash,
fingers that slid in between the legs,
conversations that dragged a past which didn’t exist,
drinks that are washed down to welcome sleep,
rouge that lay idle till the night ended,
a moment of rest on comforting shoulders,
flashes of anger that blinded the eyes and
bruised the breath,
tears that streamed down without purpose,
deserted hands that turned cold and blue,
photographs that are saved in monotone,
cities that created new memories over old scars,
prayers that were sent up at the blessed altar…

I’m being readied for a heartbreak.

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