Love from Lust....
The absence of your presence is causing a feeling of loss and I’m finding myself missing you. The ringing in my ears has started to drown out my heartbeat, and with this numbness in my feet I, for some seconds of every day, believe I am dying. The constant glasses of alcohol and orange juice flood my mouth in an attempt to relieve the sour taste that develops when my tongue is not in contact with yours for too long.
While taking a walk through my mind, I saw people. Careless, yet deep in thought. I wondered what they were thinking. I thought of asking, but thought I might intrude.
After twelve weeks of breaking butterflies’ wings, I realised there was something growing inside me – I broke my own water. My eyes started to leak, maybe from the pain, I was never completely sure.
I grew daffodils on my breasts.
“You’re aging”, she said, when they started to wilt.
The rocking chair creaked again and, every time I looked back, a bit of you seemed to fade.
Through the bullet hole in my heart, I could just make out your beautiful face. And, if I listened closely, I could hear your lips crack when you smiled.
I have now learned to distinguish love from lust.
This poem was written by Alina on Jul 03, 2008.
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