CRUSHES

 

I wither with the leaves of autumn
the love that sparked in a momentum
the sound of my heartbeat
beating in a pattern of his name
tried my chances to shine bright
turns out he is the sun himself

The colour of my face brightened
at the sight of his face
I emptied my heart for him
eager and naïve to be loved
but the space became void
and my face pallor

I walk like a zombie
with a heart broken in pieces
wishing that he'd turn and look at me
with the same love brimming in my eyes
a love only written in books
and alive in the dreams of depleted roses

Ariane Dushime