Between These Bones
You are an old unused book placed in the dusty bookshelf but I do always choose to read you.
You're lips are the tea that no longer taste so sweet but bitterness couldn't stop me from tasting it.
You are the pillow I never hugged as it reminds me the scars you've made but I would never throw you.
You're voice is like a playlist inside my head that I'd no longer listen to but I don't want to delete it.
Why is your absence reminds me of your presence before letting me drown over a year?
How can I recover from this wound when I limit my self from doing it.
#BlueEnvelopes
YOU ARE READING
Blue Envelopes
PoetryI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
