Lost Poem by Marina Sofiah

Love comes
Passionate like fire
But your silence
Cuts like ice

Do not come near
For I wish to forget
The way your eyes
Used to stare into mine

Your words are lies
Like salt on my wound
The sharpest of blades
Would be welcomed relief

Running into nothingness
I bump into memories
Long buried deep
In the recesses of my mind

And my sleeves are wet
Memories are so dusty
They sting and tease
My eyes till tears fall