#30: Misery Riot

#30: Misery Riot

The last one!

I’m gonna miss writing this kind of poetry!

Every night, as you come home,

I try for a genuine smile

from the heart.

But, it knows,

and you know,

that my heart belonged

elsewhere,

before you came,

and brought me

the sun with you.

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#27: Look for me in the stillness

#27: Look for me in the stillness

I stare at the wall;

I’ve been staring at it for God knows how long.

For hours, months, years,

I can’t say because,

each time I look ta it,

you look different.

In every picture,

in every doodle that you and I

did together,

in every painting that you did,

in every charcoal sketch that I did.

Every tear that falls on the ground,

memories of you and me

are etched deeper into my soul.

#24: Temptation between my teeth

#24: Temptation between my teeth

😉

You need little naughty in life, fictional or not.

I drag my fingers across

the surface, collecting dark substance

on my fingertips.

She watches my,

carefully, and gauges my expression as

I put them in my mouth,

moan with the pure pleasure

of having to taste

the best chocolate ever made.

Picture credits: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2585441/Go-naughty-Quetzalcoatls-chocolate-cake.html

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#23: The sheets remember you

#23: The sheets remember you

I feel your absence

everywhere.

In the air around me,

In the bookshelf where your books lay

unread.

In the bathroom sink, where all your toiletries

sit half full and unused.

In the kitchen, where all your baking supplies

gather dust.

In the dusty cable TV.

In the curtains.

In the two-seater sofa.

In the balcony, where we sat and read.

In our bed, next to me.