I could never have thought to love you. Even now, with poison dripping from my lips. I could never have shown you mercy.
By Amanda Abela21 days ago in Poets
They told me I was damned, but then they made me saved. Unholy. They made me holy. They said I was in pieces, damaged and afraid.
By Amanda Abela22 days ago in Poets
If I held you softer, would the world be a scarier place? Would you have been prepared for its harsh, jagged rocks? If my words were gentler,
By Amanda Abela26 days ago in Poets
A summer breeze slips through an open window, caressing curtains and ringlets of hair in the waning daylight. I can feel him here,
By Amanda Abela5 months ago in Poets
I met you at the edge of the world, where the skyline bled to darkness. Crimson shadows befall your face. A question hangs between us, unanswered.
By Amanda Abela6 months ago in Poets
The night is electric and filled with deceit, a tension so thick, sliced open would unveil heavy-laced wanting. You slide your hand
I am adrift in a state of longing, consumed by dreams I dare not wake from. Where crisp air is cold upon my skin, and our ears are filled with the sound
By Amanda Abela7 months ago in Poets
Ours is a slower kind of love, one fraught with decadence, heavy with longing, and unquenchable desire. Ours is a deeper kind of love,
Dawn breaks, and so too do I, in the same light, golden and pure, enveloping the world around, bringing forth all the beauty the eye can see.
By Amanda Abela4 years ago in Poets
I am warming the place that you are saving for another. I am tangled in the sheets, in the bed where she will sleep.
By Amanda Abela5 years ago in Poets
I wonder how it will feel to no longer see your face, to finally be without you in my home and not our place. I am familiar with the bed,
Could it be that we are strangers, or passers-by on the street, in a tormented, tragic story where we will never meet?
