Wounded Sigh

Your words burped toxins. Like water, I quenched my thirst. A portion too hexed to gulp, I choked in travesty of devotion. My favourite promises are broken ones. My solace, found in empty words, mellifluous as Angels chants. Memories, you'd wish forgotten, I embrace like burrs. I don't want to purge my soul of your thoughts, I pray they cling like a haze in my clouds. I want to dwell in the illusion of your warmth. To be reminded by crystals of you, by every song, every Smile and kiss. Let your thoughts sweep my brain, a swim in rhythm I'll ripple. Like waves, my tears would steam through the tides of the sea. Like a child, I'll echo in my wails. If you're stamped, a mistake, I'll indulge over and over till I'm glued to the hurts, so shattered. Still, like a blinded frog, I'll jump into your pit of love after every healing. Yes! I'll come back so the scars are renewed sempiternally. I plead that my heart is clogged with pain and misery, while I dream of all the stormy nights we stayed up whispering for hours in pristine waterfalls. As you enchant my being, let me burn so bad the stitches never seal. Put me in a destruction circus, savoury punishment for being strangers. Get me blinded by lights, it becomes my enemy. In recall of those sweet names, you serenaded me with, my lips, the last your heart beats for. A shuffle through oubliette, sillage twirls sillage. Still no sight of your ebullient eyes. I want to throw you into caves of evanescent but my heart no longer listens to any scream but your voice. You're the bridge every man needs to cross to get to me, and you're charred.