solo
promises
languidly revealed heart breaks
calling for
barbarians of our passion
those who burned out
fed up thanks to our slow motion
silence swallowing our home
missed messes
nights lacking that click of my laughter
my eyes closed sleep betraying me
sleep depraved of your hummings
feeling uninvited like a stranger
in a land of foreigner
light streaming through the glass of the bedroom
landing on the matress
on the space between us
air not too cold
licking our wounds
dulling our anger
shooshing our cries
making the skin tick
the soul weak
leaving it unhealed
hiding its fragilities
shutting the door of our heart
leaving us on the edge
factionless
victims of
the collateral damage
of our brokenness
© Gael