There are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
I'm sorry I never loved you by CrumbledWings, literature
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I'm sorry I never loved you
I'm sorry
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
hurtful truth.
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
improbable expectations
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
I'm sorry
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wo
My fingers bleed words
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.
A dying crimson blush
as all life begins to fade
while reaching to the hours of shade
first giving way to fever's flush.
Leaving behind spring's vernal lush
none can resist the change seasons bade
a dying crimson blush
as all life begins to fade.
The wind whispers a reverent shush
between life and death beauty is made
to this art Nature's paint is laid
in the twilight all falls to hush
a dying crimson blush.