They met out of mutual appreciation
towards their artistic expressions,
becoming slaves of free will;
incarcerated within their choices.
She wanted to be with him
to follow his footprints, no matter, wherever;
even if the journey led to Hell.
His fingerprints smudged deeply upon, her soul.
She said three words that left him devastated;
Her lips now covered with silence. Sitting in limbo
trying to make sense of it all.
A moonless night conceals the reasons.
She still writes about those moments;
delving into those times to reveal whatever
she missed about herself.
Changes flowing between life and death;
acuity erased by emotions. The long walk
along the path of understanding.
The images within her mind portray a song,
fading like forgotten lyrics.
She lingers upon the corner of exposed
intimacy; pricking her finger on the
point of fallacy.
Small drops of crimson nepotism
releasing clarity. The lessons
smeared within the inked blots
She forgot the meaning of her poetry;
her passions defiled within the filthy
knowledge. Crying for days, it was all
she could do to remember.