A Lament Kiss
I could die in your arms tonight
And somehow be okay.
I would be at peace with finally seeing death’s eyes.
Because no matter how much I lie
I can still smell his cologne.
It’s the whisper on my skin,
A sorrow promise of no lies.
And the truth is I’ve been waiting to die
For a very long time now
And somehow
It doesn’t hurt any less that he’s not mine.
I can smell him on my skin
And its only worse when you hold me.
I only cling tighter to the life he wanted me to keep.
The place I was to embrace him in.
I know certain things were never meant to be
So I sit here in the dark wondering if I were in your arms would I be okay?
Somehow I doubt you have the answer.
Somehow I realize that if I love him one of us may never walk away.
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