Insecurities

Second suns burnt possibility to a crisp.I kissed a queen for two weeks drew back and had gold dripping from my tongue.Leaving killed a lot more then I'd let her know.Silence drove itself into my chest repeatedly until I gasped for mercy before I bled out... These actions are stains on a blank walkway away from you, enough to regret the colors of crimson that aren't hard to miss... You can trace my footsteps moving away from your embraces and I can see the walls begin erection... I've climbed mountains before,how worthy am I to reach summits that might make you let me in again where aching finger tips rattle bars of confinement to lick the wounds on hearts broken and battered.Might I return to you a new man.With skin beaten by the elements and eyes weary of the darkness that has followed his every footstepas he walked through the wilderness. I'm a fan of the night time sounds now...I've heard your tearsThe moments your skin has danced with sadness so long that it hangs onto every wrinkle...This is not just gravity.Stepping on-to puddles that flowed from your eyes bodies of water big enough to drown in I crave the opportunity eradicate your pain...I am the cause however… Artwork by Victoria Bradley-Morris