Love Poem: Affection

Affection

It is 4 pm/ 
& i am at my raven desk,
turning my grief into love poems.

It is another season in July when rain moonwalk on the window glasses- in the same deserted diary I smudged my first break-up poem;
I called out to my ex I could not bring back with metaphors.

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I know the terminologies of a defunct love.
I.e late replies/ 12 missed calls & 3 failed dinner nights.

I have known the taste of rotten heartbreak, 
It whirls your tongue into a broken song with bruised notes.
I do not want to be a broken piece of another love.

I want to scrutinize the moon with you, As it rolls itself from the dusk- to another twilight.
I wished to count the colours of the rainbow; whispering "I Love You".