Whimseys Poem by Tate Blackman

He fell like hail onto her crisp paper
She chipped vases into his memories
Rubbing thoughts across those tall skyscrapers
She held sad thoughts of anniversaries
He would fill truths in washed up clandestine
She was the ocean with waves beating down
Stars would offer comets that were slept in
All he did in the waves was learn to drown
Their liquors and flowers dazed the senses
Coldness lingered on frozen lips to kiss
Together they brought down their pretenses
Pretending they would relish and resist
Both made of lose stardust and arrowheads
He left her cold body in piles of shreds