he’d lazily loved a lover of the lowest kind...
his fingertips traced
the constellations on her face;
soft as silk,
now he's fingering her wake.
they were like a merry-go-round,
circles, circles: nowhere bound.
'cuz she'd live and breathe
but still never make a sound.
he kissed the ghost
of her knuckles the most:
could almost hear her sing but she
loved love from other hosts.
*interpretation inserted*
Visions blur
and memories stir;
a hazy glimpse
of what used to be.
Darkness engulfs
and senses assault;
there's nothing left
but humility.
Vodka erases
the times that were wasted
on temporary naïvety
and false beauty.
Confidence fades,
images acting as blades;
cutting away while nothing remains but torn apart lungs,
resurfacing scars, and hurtful imagery.
Praise him.
Shhh! I'm going to stop time sweetie! The pipes have been drained. The rain is no longer wet. The sky is green! Oh my! I think I just blued myself! These colors spinning, spinning. Tinted in mind. Don't go in there! The rooms are full of creatures, lurking behind that painted door! Hahaha, praise him! Praise the gorilla! Praise the zebra. Don't be stupid, unicorns don't exist. But impossible astronauts do! Hahaha praise him. Praise him.
My God: Pathetic, I know, but I think I am falling for someone I can’t possibly be with.
i. smile for me once more
heart of sheer clouded crystal
already; lost cause.
ii. truth or dare, he asks
kiss me or kill me, i think.
questions and answers.
iii. in those short, one word
replies, all i can think is:
wow. he texted me.
my words don’t do him justice but he’s my other half
i could never connect with anyone enough to make constellations until i met him
he is my moon
my sun
all my stars
and every fucking galaxy in between
he has his own demons but he still finds time to defeat mine and clean the cobwebs out of my head
and although i would die for him
i've chosen to live for him instead