to casket a smile
chickening out
to halt a frown
to mask behind
all of my cowardice
pushing doubts away
is that the right word?
how does one even
truly fall out of love?
i—scratched of rationality
you—on the sore floor.
the final embrace,
understood,
truth was you did not
it is no fret—does anybody?
are my waterfall plaits
enough to plaster
your bruised heart?
go to waste
purely to witness your joy
one last time?
cliché as it seems
it is not you it is me
you are spared now.
And you have the decency to not post for 4 months... Write a book; your celestial observations. - welcome back to ss. steamboat.
i have the decency to do what i want mister sailor, thank you for the warm welcome!
No problem. Keep doing you!