#doomed romance

And I wonder when I’ll stop

seeing your face

in every

tragedy and

betrayal.

Beloved boy turned to broken man,

who held his heart like glass in his hands.

Give it to me.

Give it to me and dry your eyes.

My scarred palms know this task well.

rsblmng:

I never told you but

I kept a small box

of keepsakes from moments

I treasured.

When the dust cleared and the box was

returned to me,

I opened that box and saw

all the pieces I saved of you.

Every memento I kept

was a glowing reminder of

my love for you.

I buried them in the sand -

all those bits of happiness -

tilted my head down and

watered them with my

tears.

Let them blossom in the

heart of the dessert

and let me

burn

under your unforgiving wrath.

(“I still love you,”

is the secret

that blooms between them.)