Our fingers still intertwined,
Gracefully, smoothly, elegantly.
Our voices still raised high,
Harmonies, lyrics, rhythm.
Our hearts still beat fast,
Passion, pulsating, breathing.
Our eyes still met,
Understanding, wondering, knowing.
The lies ran off your tongue,
Slid down your body,
Off your skin, and into your shoe.
You stomped on them.
Stuck on the bottom of your sole,
Stretched each time you picked up your foot.
You stepped, you walked, you hopped,
You skipped, you talked.
Your words stretched
With the lies
As you placed your head
Upon my breast.
My fingers
Ran through your hair,
Comforting, consoling, smoothing,
Speaking words to you.
The salt stuck to your cheeks
As it never had before.
It is still there.
You will not dissolve it.
Dissolve it
With real tears, purified tears.
Your eyes
Have lost its color.
They are no longer
The chocolate that melts
With the warmth
Of your smile.
They are black,
As cold charcoal
That has been left
For too long.
Too long
To be the same as it once was.
Put it back in the fire,
It will fulfill its purpose.
It will warm, burn, create again.
My chest will not rise
Or fall with yours again.
It will rise and fall alone.
A heart behind it
Building up better than before,
Brick upon brick,
Wiser, older, smarter.
It was fighting alone
All the time,
But now it is aware.
Now it is aware.
Selfish, indulgent choices
Blame them for the cause.
Love was never taken from us.
Love was never the reason.
Holly Hall hails from
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