prompt: I've been in love with her, on and off, for years but we'll only ever be friendsMature

It is two in the morning and I am sitting on my roof
watching the clouds slip across the bruised-blue sky
and I am cracking into my bones, scraping out the infection
and wishing it didn’t smell so much like your skin.
I dance with heartache and call her my lover, whisper your name
into the covers but when I open my eyes you’re not there
and you never leave anything behind.  Like you’re wiping me clean
of you, sanitizing my life, removing your fingerprints.
But you can’t reach the darkest parts of me and here on the roof,
I watch them glow like secrets packed in like diamonds beneath my skin.

The End

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