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Victoria Vitale Sep 2016
I sit here with my eyes drinking your face
gulping down your eyebrows, your nose, your ****** posture
Your lips; that look of kissing the guts of a strawberry's core

red; flushed

but then, there are MY lips -

caressing and pressing against a glass liquor bottle
swallowing every component within.

my tongue grasps around the alcoholic thoughts twisted up;
as I plaster my pain through intoxication.

But how can one bare, with the thought of despair;
the magnetic draw of this ring to my finger

So much charcoal in my heart, that a fire's about to start
- and the smoke in my lungs; let it linger

But;
my cold fingertips trace the outskirts of my bed sheets, as I wait for you to grab them;
kissing them with -

Your* lips.

melting against mine, pull me closer

Your lips

sweeping the insides of my thighs, kiss me harder

Your lips

making your way up slowly to my eyes, the pain suffers from demise

Your lips

face to face, kiss me now, and goodbye;
to the lingering smoke evaporating out of me as I exhale.

my soul is no longer polluted by the 'I miss yous'

I am here now.
tasting the 'I love you' off of your mouth

as you bite the desperation off my bottom lip.

And THIS is when I knew
Your* lips were home to mine.
Victoria Vitale Sep 2016
What am I; who am I
What am I going to be?
My lipstick stains my coffee cup
As the taste slips between my teeth

I’m walking down some lonesome road
Not sure where I am
The night is late, I feel alive
As my eyes watch the flickering street light.

I pull from my pocket, a piece of bubblegum
And as I start to chew
I stare deeply afar, keep pondering on
What more is there to do?

To my left there is an older diner
For which that I must go
4 minutes past, it was just summer
Now all I see is snow

I sit upon a rooftop
With a cigarette in hand.
My brain consumes of space, big places
And much more on this land

I pull the death stick from my lips
I exhale out the smoke
It’s 3am; I’m happy here
Then, I take another ****

I’m walking down an alley now; I’m
Drunken off this fate
I want to travel, I want to explore
And reconciliate.

This pathway is much longer then I once truly thought
But what I am experiencing, really can’t be bought

A man watches me in the distance
So, I then, stop to stare
I wake up from my dream to realize;
Nothing’s really there

My heart turns cold; my mind goes numb
My body’s in utter shock
So take the key of my dream-filled life
It will never find its lock

— The End —