Viana Do CasteloMature

Everybody told me
that you were poisonous
I was always too unconscious
to listen
the signs were there
I thought,
I could handle it
that I was in control
it wasn't until
the gold flecks in your eyes
were in my sides
like thorns
and your honeyed voice
like cement on my lungs
that I knew
it was time
to let go.
You were not
that stretched across space,
not the music
that flowed in the air.
You were just someone
that knew
all the right things to say.

The End

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