(K)now it not, but you do. He who takes razor blades to an already wounded heart and leaves his mark. (I)n your eyes breathes wilderness – an Idle Wild that calls to my own. (L)ike leaves from trees beneath autumn’s lukewarm breaths, you take mine to collections with your unwavering stare.
(L)ost in you, not lost in me. (I) watch you breeze in and out of my bedroom window beneath star studded skies. (N)aked, it’s how you leave me. My breath a something stolen when you go. (G)et dressed and go, leaving you behind on my sheets that once housed Us. (M)y mixed emotions leaving me twisted, hungering for the warmth removed that not even sunlight can replace.
(E)xercise caution in my keep, Archer. (S)harp eyes and steady hands hold no remedies for the lessons you never meant to teach. (O)bjections, I’ve been making many. But, closing arguments leaves me guilty – guilty of feelings better left dead.
(F)ool that I am, fool that I’ll continue to be. I’ll let you fine tune your art.(T)aking stitches still red with healing. (L)et me bleed quietly behind my sketchbook…knowing I’ll never be thought of as (Y)ours.
The deck I should’ve stacked when it came to Love, but I always find myself folding. I play tight and safe, when I should’ve played fast and loose. For a smart girl…in some things I’m very dumb.
- Riley Elizabeth Thompson
This piece was written for a contest. The theme was Killing Me Softly and won 2nd place.
This piece was inspired by and appears with art by jolie alicia:
© of (Project: iheart) jolie alicia (Lucian) & Angela Harelson (Riley) 2008 -2009.