Literature
We learn from our mistakes
Solitary heart beckoned with hate,
fidelity lost between the lines.
Bleakly frost encasing your heart,
emotionless,
unsympathetic,
Lost,
apart.
Your love is a twist of teargas,
my I Love You's draining down the sink.
Tearing off my feathers one by one,
apologies attached crudely against the barrel of your gun.
I drown inside your careless sunrise ink,
yielding underneath the pain inflicted with the kiss of your serphant tongue.
You think of me as silly,
immature,
helplessly incapable as you tear off my wings,
underneath the brink of moonrise azure.
My name on your lips is a reproach,
the failure I gained,
last
