Reading Through The Words

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I look at your letters,
And see the clear blue skies,
Leaping out of the corners,
Of your beautiful eyes.

Reading through the words,
Some moist, others perfected with a smile,
Fake though, hiding the vacuum within,
Realization of me turning into a sudden vile.

I count the syllables,
Or rather, that was what I thought I was doing,
When in reality, actually,
Those were your tears I was following.

Beating against the bush, muted words,
Walking down the storm, bruised and battered,
Loneliness crept from behind, gripping me tight,
The diamond beating within, now badly shattered.

'Yours forever' - that's what you wrote,
The ink now fades, at a sickening rate,
I lock the closet, the promises safe inside,
Cursing won't help, perhaps that's my fate.

Tomorrow,
I will look at your letters again,
And see the clear blue skies,
Leaping out of the corners,
Of your beautiful eyes, yet again
I can't evade the ritual,
'cause 'm bounded in your chain,
The rough ones, cutting through my skin,
Inviting this glory of joyous pain.


This Poem is shared with Poetry Jam and the Prompt is Letters.