Poems from awatr

She loved numbers the way I loved her hair, messy and unkempt.   ~awatr
Her eyes reminded me of the old embers in the fireplace, unkempt by my absent father.   ~awatr
The clouds wept for they knew my pain.   ~awatr
I hid under a mask of submissive apologies.   ~awatr
I spent every waking minute thinking of you. And when I shut my eyes at 3am? There you were again.   ~awatr