Monday, November 27, 2017

Aeros

Cupid’s bow lies broken 
In the snow . 

I’ll set him on fire 
A nightmare fairytale with out a 
White picket fence . 

What a scene . I buttoned up yesterday 
Like an old winter coat that was worn 
I was left cold . 

I can’t imagine writing such a story 
The deck of cards dealt 
I was betrayed 
You said I was a caterpillar 
What’s it like to kill a butterfly ? 

Lost now in this sand storm 
No water 
And I beg the heavens for me to forget 
Yesterday . 

I stitch up all your words in black marker 
I sing my self to sleep 
You died 
In me . 

I have the wounds to prove it still 
There isn’t a badge for bravery 
Only the bare ness of regret . 

You said your afraid of heights 
As you hang me from your bare hands 
Laughing at the noose around my neck 

I just needed a hero . 
Now I’m left dead . 

But you will never feel that 

Here is my letter 
As I rip apart this arrow 
And cry in silence  

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