Pen-stained thoughts move clumsily around my mind, and settle there like road blocks. As ink-blots spread on fragile paper, they taper happiness down until there’s nothing left. Just scratches of the nib on an already torn-up pad. How sad for my joy to be governed by another, undercover of leather-bound cloak. Advertisements
My mind cracks when you speak. Unable to take the weight of you not loving me.
I tell you that emotions glitter like sunlight shattered by moving water, Making cheeks glisten damp with liquid soul. You tell you that’s ridiculous and smile, Making eyes sparkle alive with dancing fire. Prompt #1 by myscreamingtwenties.wordpress.com