he was so
the kindest
a gentleman
with eyes which could twist
bend and break
devour your soul
like a beautiful black hole
which grabs you whole
and loves you from here
takes you there
kissing your neck
while holding a broken wine glass
and stabbing your heart
and leaving it
on the floor
he woke
with a necessity
for proving his worth
to others instead of
loving the figure
before him
and understanding
that time flies
it kills
it swifts with the sky
and transcends your moments
into bliss
and it’s either divine
or a sorrowful cry
Maybe the problem isn’t everything and everyone around you, but what lies within you.
Fuck it. I didn’t love him, but then I did and I got lost in whatever I thought it was. Whoever I thought he was. It was confusing to say the least, but confusion soon makes sense and now I’m just standing here speechless.
he loved the taste
of my licorice kisses
the dark sultry
of my lips filled
for his liquor issues
i loved you
for who you were
not what you had
what i could’ve
for the moment
we twined in
danced under
the foggy sky
wondering where
wondering how
if tonight it was
what we wanted
if tomorrow is
what we asked for
and i fell
with an early bliss
wondering how
things could twist
how shades could turn
from black to red
from red to white
and down to blue
where i used to hide
in dreams at night
wondering why
things die
people cry
happiness divides
two beings
one stuck in sadness
another stuck in a daze
where the lens
brings haze
and all they see
is a broken image
of what they longed to be
but who they actually were
it was love
from your nose
to your ears
the back of your neck
to your chest
where i hid with warmth
under your heart
twined in your lungs
hugging your stars
and loving you
wherever you were
out back
wondering how
we went from stars to crack
motions
endless mishaps
revolving throws
and chuckled crows
and things end
without an opportune chance
with shades and hues
pink and blues
which fault to black
and here we are
greasy hands
tough love
and one
who couldn’t seem to fall
fast enough
