I armor myself Smeared in herringbone and tweeds From fashion mags and runways My front and back; Are poached and copied, Microscopically seen. The aperís delight. The burden is theirís, I have way more at stake Exposing my truth.
I feel like Iím drowning In a world so hopeless Like my mind is just plunging deep into the abyss I feel my lungs fill with water Making breathing impossible As my mind spirals farther into the darkness My body is fighting But my mind has already given up Accepting the fact that I canít reach the surface Knowing Iím going to drown Right here Alone With nothing but my thoughts
I think of you like a brother Letís just be friends You deserve better I would be poison for you Nice guys finish last Iím comfortable with how things are Life is complicated right now I just donít see you that way
I get that Iím good Just not bad enough I deserve someone good Someone thatís not you You try to be nice Well, usually anyway But after 30 years of rejection Iíve had enough. Iím away.
Moon-shine greets me brightly with full, luscious lips embracing my own in the deepest of shared kisses; she slips sweetly across my tongue like honey whiskey tipped into coffee on crisp mornings, her liquid heat filling my cold belly, coaxing my surrender to her ministrations as she smooths my furrowed brow, bidding me goodnight on hushed whispers lulling me to sleep before the sun rises and puts us both to bed
ordering fancy cappuccino just to treat my ears to the gurgle-hiss explosion of frothing milk; the first sip of steamy bliss carrying itself into my throat, dragging me backwards, into your waiting arms - the last place I felt safe
(memory) the first kiss
anticipation, an exquisitely effective form of torture; your eyes searching, asking every question Iím eager to answer; the taste of you - blooming...
She wasn't like any other person, She saw everyone's soul as a color, † She was jealous of them, † So she stole a little piece from everyone she loved, For them to love her back. But they didn't. And she wondered why? Little did she know, † That her soul isn't becoming a rainbow like she thought it would be, It was becoming that chaotic color, Just like her real soul. And that's what made her special.