part two

honey milk melon

make road marks

tell me when it’s safe

i trust you

feather of crow

fall with grace

red jam thumbprint

left on the glass

from Milk and Jelly

bribed from the cherry tree

Black Feathers from your jaw

Fallen with grace

i love you though im not supposed to

forbidden just like the apple

i hate you. i’m supposed to

like rejected peaches from their orchard

i trusted you. they told me not to

the breath; a tangerine daydream

yet still helpless

i trusted you though i’m not supposed to

In the magnolia field of hope

yet still hopeless

falling without grace.

Strawberry buds, a new hope

everyone here is really happy?

the feeling like a creamsicle

like im supposed to?

never

still melting

yet still failing

and falling

and strangling

still suffocating

i loved you

I have to be strong

the only choice

not privileged enough to be weak

not privileged enough to show strength

play the victim

it’s the only part

i’m supposed to know

but what does that make me

Go on, and sing my lullaby

where’s your mask?

you gave it to me?

to pretend it’s okay?

make it okay

please

please

i hate you

they told me to

they didn’t tell me

you’d make it safe

honey milk melon,

what does it mean to be missed when I’m not around?

I didn’t think so I didn’t think you knew

I fell from grace

that’s what I thought

broken like the rest

i still love you

even though i’m not supposed to

I will always love you even though

the strawberry lemonade spilled

and drown

the magnolias.