I Still Miss You
When I miss you
I bake the ashes of burnt photos
of you when I've given up lies
I chew memories of you like bittersweet cuds,
mix it up with my tears
to paint the tragedies of a war
that never made it into any history book than our diaries
How our children mourns from the future -
Seeds beautiful to enchant angels away from their first estate!
When I miss you I laden fireflies
with wishes and sonnets from my sighs
and lyric themed with the man you left smashed mercilessly against the door
Do they ever get to you
swinging between stars?
Could your tears be this dew on my roof because they touched your heart?
When I miss you, I price the smallest things that reminds me of you as a goldmine
Misery comes as a stern auditor to account for every tear I stole from your eyes
Evil cackles from 'this-could-have-been-us' leaves me to the hangman within who would not be appeased with diamond blames and golden excuses
When I miss you
I cry, coiled sadly under my blanket
I gnash my teeth
staring at the ruins that fitted well in the mould of paradise
I sit up at midnight to write to hope now too blind to regard letters
I still walk down spots
I saw magic graze in your eyes
and eat up the leftover hays your unicorn left in between the pages of your thriller
holding it proudly to my chest like sacred scriptures
I wish I was not too holy
to have pushed your filth away
when I knew I had so much acidic tears to wash you clean from guilt
I stagger into your arms in my head
when I'm drunk with my favourite beer pouring from my eyes
While I'm stabbed by every note of our favourite song on repeat,
playing softly on the radio.
Copyright © Martins Deep | Year Posted 2018
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