enwrapped in silence
i worry about
conversations we haven't had
your heart was the metronome in which my footsteps fell in line.
i strained to achieve synchronicity, only to reap nothing.
opening doors unbeknown to me
flooding the facets of my psyche, giving life to the machine
colouring the landscape a darker shade
the red on the canvas spills serene
the ones you love will leave you bloodied, bruised and broken.
but most importantly, breatheless due to their beauty.
i will not let you bring me down, mark my words.