There's a line down the center of your face

Ad when your head is turned,

I can see that perfect heart-drawn silhouette.

Left to my own devices,

I would hold that face

And treat it delicately,

You know I would.

And I must talk your ear off

But it pains me to hear the clause.

The end of that phrase can

truly stab a person.

"Not that way".

I'd drop your porcelain face

And let it break against the floor.

I'll pick up my feet and say

"Oops" out of obligation.

The last delicate thing I'll do for you.

Gemini

They say curiosity killed the cat

But would it do harm to a pussy?

Oh, how quickly my head is clouded

with hot sugary poison.

And oh, how old inhibitions fly from me.

The air has changed and now you

look like I want you, too.

Trinity,

A little different than I thought.

Trinity,

I think we've eased in enough,

Now take off the clothes.

There's something to take in

No matter my direction.

Gemini.

Curiosity, kill me.

"It was me",

She said

Inside her head.

Eye contact

Wishing to convey

That thing she won't say.

Unsatisfactory

Days without expression.

Heart under compression.

Not one so silent

A mouth open, no sound

She's done with her rebound.

Switched on

I'm switched on you

switch me on

when you want.

I'm lit, not stoned though.

Buzzed for days, I almost forgot

Myself.

I'm your pocket girl.

Brown eyed boys do it better.

Don't ask me how I know, I can't pin down their hidden secret.

But I was watched directly with absolutely no apologies except

For his fumbled words

That I folded and unfolded for the rest of the day.

Brown eyed boys do it better.

Almost like their own brand of zodiac,

they breathe you in and the

curl of their smile saves you.

I was listened to so carefully,

I grew aware of every single

Sound I made and he could

hear my silences like sirens.

I was wrapped around him

Again

And again.

Brown eyed boys do it better.

Blue eyes conceal.

Brown eyes present themselves like the fucking Sun

Except I could stare forever.

He teased me, knowing I was

powerless, and I bloomed with

each passing glance.

I was floored by him.

Brown eyed boys are magic,

Don't forget their pull.

I left my life with a brown eyed boy

But they still do it better.

In the cradle of the mountains,

I crawled out from whence I came

And ran straight into what I wanted

Without recognition.

It felt so good

With the warmth from a newer Sun.

The Sun gave me everything I

knew I'd get and saturated my

expectations.

But when the Sun set,

I was left I'm the dark.

You won't do, you won't do,

And neither will you.

None compare,

Like a statue in the garden

I hope you take notice.

This, this is what I'm looking for.

And the world smiles weakly

But falls short.

I wish you stood a chance, too.

And I cry out,

Am I insatiable?

Am I insatiable?

Behind my wet eyes,

You won't do, you won't do,

And neither will you.

Like the smell of water drying on rocks,

I feel a refreshing start

He is calming and nostalgic,

Deep and dark and colorfully translucent.

A route to my highest self.

Red and blue and green and

a rich

warm purple,

Touch my inner wrist

to access my collections.

Lie down with the darker prince,

He'll know a thing or two.

You ruin everything,

Standing in my doorway,

Lingering hungry

And full of plans.

Why do I put up with you?

You asked it first, baby.

I'm your moon.

I orbit around you on this tether

that no one could conceive would break

You are golden to me.

Bending over backwards to get

what I need I need you.

And I wait, cold over hot,

Until you give me a fix,

I get my fix, there you are.

Upon sight you ruin everything,

Your beauty is without expiration

but you burn like salt

whenever you please.

Why do I put up with you?

Because you're golden to me.

insecurity

festering beneath

blemished skin

comparable to

salt water

overflowing

my nostrils

and eyelids

attempting

to swim

in this bottomless

chasm

labeled

"disappointment"

a word

I've never grown

accustomed to

even though

she tore

my eardrums

apart

with her

repetitive usage

a word

I've never grown

accustomed to

even though

he spat it down

my throat

as his fingertips

scorched my cheeks

a word

I've never grown

accustomed to

even though

I've carved it

into my bones

carrying it

everywhere

I go

a simple

reminder

I've ceased my

futile attempts

at breathing

the ocean

begins gushing into

my scars

failure weighing

my body down

to the sea floor

ready to drown