Read Poem: WORDS OF DESPERATE LOVE, by Brandon Davila

How engraved you’ve grown,
Holding me inside my chilling crevasse.
If I might speak my talk
Over some madcap scribbles.
Spill out the queasy writings backed in my throat.
So gripping in the past;
Brushed off the shattered pieces,
Walked off into my fufilled.
To that pretty face and those soft eyes,
A 50/50 spill to tell you
Is all lodged back down into my broken chest.
Behind sagging eyes, it’s so dim-
Sobbing, yelling out loud, missing that warm touch.
Just belt it out! Clear it all up like a breath.
But I’m back to just sitting with my watery mask falling.

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