Grainy shards
of shattered
memories,
cut a diamond
into your eye
of wonder,
a rainbow hawk
glides drunkly.
I slither under my
guilt blanket of
told you so,
forgotten in the mist
of thunder bolts spewing
from your plumes
of fuchsia hued apathy.
I wanted to be
your beautiful riddle
your muse of perplexity,
measured as saints
measure compassion,
still never knowing
what I truly lacked.
Time warped
between forgotten tomorrows
and grateful yesterdays.
Riddled with
copper exhaustion
serenaded by regret,
paradoxical anesthetic,
caustic from
unattainable bliss.
Jade castles erected,
grim reality accepted.
I chose to live in your arms,
just to die in your thoughts.
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I did not read it all sad. The end seemed redemptive. Anyway, thoroughly enjoyed especially fushcia hued apathy . Hugs.
Thank you my good friend I hope all is well Augustus 👍🏼
jesus.
Moar.
Thank you for the read
This is my new favourite.
I feel the shattering of hope, the lingering, the craving of real magic.
It's very vulnerable.
It's beautiful
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