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Hawthorne
You pulled me close, gazing into my eyes and
adorning me with diamonds;
Your glances were always longing and melancholy.
Your gift symbolizes our love.. A heart shaped
medallion wrapped around my neck;
Suffocating me with roses and reeking of your
fragrant lilies.
You were venomous, yet my love never faltered.
I continue to dream of you in the depths of night-
of your soft skin, and your kisses like honey.
Sickeningly sweet.
Nonetheless when your poison filled my lungs, I
could not imagine running.
Even as I began coughing up deep crimson dahlias,
reducing me to useless mumbling..
I repeated soothing prayers of love, in hopes you
may hear them.
O’ dear enchanting auburn angel, leaving this chain
and body of mine rumbling.
Why do you leave my heart tumbling?
Set aflame with fires of love, my fingers reaching
toward your scorched remains.
Now that you've gone, I've been left grasping.
Chasing those butterflies and endlessly asking..
Why must you hurt me with your painful axing..?

I was inspired by my past partners. About how i would always cling onto their sweet praise, even if i knew deep down that it wouldnt last forever. Trying to pick apart those delicate traces of beauty, and hold dearly onto them. Until my knuckles turn red and my fingertips blushed white.
I hope that my poem conveyed a faint sense of yearning, a feeling of wanting- but never being satisfied.