Do I Still Love You?
By Gianna Hercolini
By Gianna Hercolini
Eyes.
Those eyes mock
My every move.
Hands.
Those hands burn
Even without touching me.
Lips.
Those lips utter
The most hurtful words.
Hair.
That hair holds
The worst memories.
Clothes.
Those clothes are stained
By my every being.
Eyes.
Those eyes glimmer
Like the sun setting
On a Neverending ocean.
Hands.
Those hands once
Stroked mine with
The most perfect fires.
Lips.
Those lips once
Brushed mine with
All the lust and love in the world.
Hair.
That hair felt
Like strings of gold
Against my porcelain skin.
Clothes.
Those clothes once
Felt like home and love
Against my cold body.
Even your worst features.
Even the ones I've learned to hate.
Had been the ones I loved
With every bone
Every organ
Every layer of skin
Every strand of hair.
Even when I can't stand the sight of you
I see you in my dreams
And wish I still had you.
Your eyes
Your hands
Your lips
Your hair
Your clothes.
I still love you
Even though
You make my blood
Turn colder than
The very highest point
Of Mt. Everest
And the very deepest point
Of the Arctic ocean.
I still love you
Even though
You make me sick
To the point that
I can't see you
Without throwing up.
I still love you.
I
Still
Love
You.