My life is like an old fishing net
Each knot a reason why I am who I am
Overall effective, supposedly worth something
But old nets have holes
Each hole another reason to throw it away
Even golden thread couldn’t fix me
I still catch fish though
Even a small one is something to eat
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Loving you was like eating green grapes.
Pushing, pushing, then pop through the skin.
Tasting the sweet success
Letting it flood my mouth
Only making me want more.
But green grapes are sour at their peak of ripeness, at their most beautiful.
The sour sting in my jaw is what it feels like after your sweetness was gone,
Affter I couldn't think about you without wondering if maybe that thick skin was thick for a reason.
That maybe green grapes should come with a warning label.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC