i dazzle between lemons
tripping on sidewalks
i hate the words you say
it hurts to be, i said
we sway from blocks
wondering where we went wrong
it feels like fallen cinder
a stub of your toe
to bathe in the blood of your feelings
i laugh with a tickle
sideways glances
upside down frowns
bumps in the night
protective of a once knight
turned satan
with hate on his breath
two broken legs
a mouth which kills instead of makes
i light
my fires
dazzle between
i’m yours
i hear you
the words you fail
to speak
i sing a tune
it flows
like waves
birds of the morning
wind in the sky
just like
my love
for you
Fake happiness is the worst kind of sadness.
I was mad. I was bitter. I was angry. I was outraged. I was sad. I was hateful. I was hurt. I was in love. But I never let him take the best of me.
i wrote you a song
a violet hue
words and honey
how you spoke of me
in a tune of lovely
i sang your hips
lifted your toes
made you love me
before you even knew
it was a taste
lavender bliss
where two could dance
yet one would fall
where you’d tip your hat
to the other world of crazy
i sat in bliss
as you kiss your foot
you never knew
how far you’d fall
I wasn’t obsessed with him until I felt him fading. But maybe I was always obsessed, I just didn’t feel the anxiety of it until the trust was gone.
i sway with you
left to right
upside down
smoldering from afar
it was once a taste
desire for two
branches where you’d
swing instead of fall
hope instead of crawl
back to things which
didn’t seem to love you
i talk with aggression
towards emotional abuse
where one could fall
and the other would laugh
it used to be us
but now it’s you
divided by we
into hateful gravity
I lost him when I lost the ability to understand if he actually loved me.
We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.
we talk beneath the glimmer
lights of our yesterday
feeling for thoughts
grabbing heat from the cold
i talk with force
a slight hatred
i feel for bits
longing bliss
but the air feels warm
and his arms seem thin
we used to lie without touch
touch without lies
when his neck was soft
lips were handsome
brain was tough
but we crave cozy
and run from cool
instead of fighting for what we want
and staying when things form
