Poetic Attempt || Twenty

In a way, you reminded me of sand
maybe it’s because the texture of your
fingertips, as they traced the dots scattered
across my cheekbones is rough from all your
calluses, but I didn’t really mind the
light scratches because just as how the sand
on shorelines tickles my toes, the feel of
your skin against my own was comforting

In a way, you were like sand
always slipping through the cracks of my hand
without fail, no matter how tightly I clenched my fingers
no matter how badly I fought to hold on
you slipped through the crevices
falling, or better yet
rushing
towards the bottom of
the hourglass, as if it was a bed of roses
and you had lost months of sleep, never realizing
that the only thing we were losing is us; our time together
growing shorter and shorter until finally, you were already gone

The sand that
had been spilled remained
as messy as the splatters made by the heart
you chose to tear apart
and no matter how many times I tried to sweep
the dust of your memories away
no amount of cleaning
could completely erase your presence
in
every
damn
thing
I touched

Twenty
(Written on 07 March 2017)

Twitter: @bookshelfbitchTumblrInstagramGoodreadsBloglovin’

Advertisements

Published by

Shealea

First of her name. Queen of millennials and the constantly caffeinated. Protector of books. Breaker of norms. Iskolar ng bayan.

10 thoughts on “Poetic Attempt || Twenty”

Your two cents?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s