Inspired by: doodling red and black hearts in my notebook (as if I am twelve...)When: 27/11/2013 in lecture
Black and Red
Black hearts against the red.
Can you see them?
They are the brightest hearts
(sometimes.)
Those lovers:
their eyes shine.
They are clever and bold and bright
and cruel.
(Like we were.)
We were shining, weren't we?
We were, and still are,
young
with red-blood pumping.
Through time, we've changed.
Your heart is matte now,
mine shines in the dark.
You can have the Sun my love,
and I shall watch the stars
(Our stars.)
You will learn to love again.
I shall finally learn to live.
My black, black heart
oh, how you made it beat.
You still do, you know
(but do you know your effect on me?)
I think you will love her
she isn't the one, but she is Alive.
Enough for you, anyway.
(She isn't me, is that good?)
I wasn't enough. (Could I have been?)
OR: I was too much, perhaps?
We have danced together
beneath the stars.
Will I feel the light of the Sun
on my skin again?
There is no heat on my skin.
Not anymore.
You are alive, my darling.
And I shall be forever jealous;
guarding my stars in the black night
that is my heart.
