Oh you, your vicious fire burns brighter than any lick of crimson tongue
And my spirit wilts amid the sulking stars
Your disgust is souring my youthful glow
And dimming the gentle flame of my eye
Your fraudulent affection meanders in tears around my gentle ivory
And you stain my fair porcelain with webbing cracks of obsidian and sapphire
My ****** features, insistent jaw and empty eyes
Recoil from your cruel touch
You are a stubborn inferno that consumes any glimmer of silent hope,
You were once my queen, my lover, my friend.
Your claims of your love insult the very lyrics
and your true hate blisters against the bloodstained tiles.
Again, I am home.
Imprisoned in your deadly embrace
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
Do you know what love is?
Or what it looks like?
Do you know how to pin it to a board and
Examine it like all of the other colourful feelings
That are beautiful and dead?
Can you paint a mural with a brush made of eyelashes
That once caressed your check like their shotgun of my lips
And can you breathe me back to life.
Do you know what love is?
Or what it sounds like?
Do you know how to write harmonies to contradict my
Powerful melodies
And write lyrics that dance off the page in ribbons of gold and silver
And can you hum in tune with the F-sharp that resonates from my ribcage
Because you will either be the minor fall or the major lift of my chest
Breathing me, back to you.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC