hellomarksantiago

[hellomarksantiago]

[hellomarksantiago]

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘵𝘺—a poem.

[hellomarksantiago]

No more curses and arguments over burnt toasts and spilt champagne.

A figure stands at the door ready to move its feet to depart.

Not generous to leave a single glance.

I hear the steps and the door creaks.

The sound of the sole touching the ground familiar to me,

‘tis the shoes I bought and gifted you February.

Tangled are the laces tying our bodies

No farther distance can tear.

Knew it’d come to this; yet, the end is here.

Feed the ring at the pond where fishes gracefully swim under the graceful Lilies.

Piece of remorse for every permanent scar you carved on my skin,

One for every jewelry I made and you’d not wear

So ended tossed in a river, flowing lost forever.

All the oaths marred by insincerity.

I’d sit silently on a table, a chair left empty in front to see,

Never made it since in my tea “pity” party.

— Figure at the door, 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘴.

[hellomarksantiago]

The streets of Bruges

[hellomarksantiago]

the girlies are caffeinating!