Writing: Alexithymia

To Allexe;

Where romance began

and friendship ended.

You were the moon,

waning and waxing,

where you remain,

the only memory in mind

as mysterious as the night–

where winds blow and touch

with kisses,

caressing my scars gently

sentiments emptied

like rivers out of my skin,

feelings never felt before

proving romance

at the encounter of craving lips—

raw emotions turn to smoke.

But when eyes betray you,

with love,

one cannot see

the perfection in front,

the flaw, becomes apparent,

perdition in a river of lies.

Such is the tragedy.

Where did the thoughts go?

 

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