Wear Me

wear me

Wear Me
Her eyes are red
Bearing his tears
His hurt wears her
As the sun turns to set

She reaches out a hand
In her striped blue sweater
His loneliness wears her
As the sun turns to set

Her nightmares continue
Longing to sleep naked again
His tiredness wears her
As the sun turns to set

She is without poetry
A voice once ‘prolific’
His words wear her
As the sun turns to set

Her shadow doesn’t move
For the first time
His silence wears her
As the sun sets.

4 thoughts on “Wear Me

    1. Love is a complicated, beautiful, tragic and magical experience. I will forever be daydreaming about it. And I will always be lacking the right words. But that’s why there are so many songs, poems and paintings in this world: love.

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