looks nic cuts deep

never a silence between us
bloated words lungs won’t contain
we used to love to talk but now
our words get in the way.

with all the roses, i was swept
so Consumed with all the red
so much so i never noticed
all the alphabets unsaid.

i lied to me – i always knew
the sweet scent in which I slept
you plus i don’t equal ‘us’
blood thorns from which i wept