Bitter Love

Who says love has to be soft and gentle? More than simply holding hands. Indulgent, world-changing, capricious, supernal love.

Paper words unfold,
from lips corroded,
melted through with kisses,
cracked and broken,
songs slip past,
refract, reflect, reform.

Have I lost my voice?
My sentences are sand,
dry over desert throat.
We whisper falsehoods,
framed in fickle fantasy.
We try to turn the clock,
back and forth, our lives...

Tick. Tick. Tick.
We hear the heartbeat,
pounding realisation,
worlds on fire with,
lust insensate, pure,
in its intensity,
the emptiness of gales,
reminds us of ourselves,
hollowed, yearning.
Chosen.

Author's Note

Feedback welcomed :)

Reviews

[J Carly]

This is really quite brilliant. Can't find a thing wrong with it. I love the imagery. It's BITTERsweet. My favorite part:

"We whisper falsehoods,
framed in fickle fantasy."

Young love. Wonderfully written. Keep the ink flowing!