Ruin with Love

Did you hear the stars strike midnight?
That means it’s a new day;
That means we have yet another twenty four hours to break each other’s hearts.

To scream sweet nothings with eyes steeped in poison,
And speak with tongues too thick with undertones to flow from the mouth.
Shatter slivers of mistakes against fiery cheeks,
The rims of our jawlines dripping with red juice from misunderstandings.

To spit out apologies later like bitter aftertastes,
Split lips with the knives we plunged into each other’s spines;
Lips pressed against lips, lips pressed against skin, skin pressed against skin,
Until we’re numb all over.

Strangle with our intertwined fingers this fickle little thing we call love,
Knowing we’ve wrecked each other enough already,
But craving the thunder of dynamites too much to stop.
Oblivious to knowing we were only one regret away from the real deal,
And fall asleep at the night to whispers of a better yesterday.

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33 thoughts on “Ruin with Love

  1. plastosilch says:

    “That means it’s a new day;

    That means we have yet another twenty four hours to break each other’s hearts.

    To scream sweet nothings with eyes steeped in poison”

    That… that is just… beautiful! Truly beautiful. Love this poem!

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