I'm a genuine believer in goodnights
But you keep doing it without me
You
Keep doing it
Without
Me

There's strain on each syllable
I write it to you
Like I'm saying it out loud
Because I wish I was

But your eyes have already closed
You're already getting pulled out
To a sea of dreams

A sea of dreams
That you won't recall tomorrow

I wonder if in the moment
When your eyes flash open
Will your mind only think of
My name.

It's been a while since I've written
Poetry
But I can never forget the
Words
That are stapled onto
My back.

I stopped eating
you would tell me to do so
but we’re not talking anymore
and food tastes like ****

sweetness lingers too long on my tongue and turns bitter
textures feel odd, make me gag


so i’ve been eating soup
which I hate
but you love


which is ironic
because I love you the way you love soup
or the way you love snow

or the way you used to love me, and don’t anymore.

I Felt●

How
You curled
Your hands from the heights

Did instigate●

I
Felt
I could fly and catch your smiles
I felt I could fly but to that mile
Just like the kites●

In
Endless fantasies
I clench myself like colourful crayons●

But
Someway,somehow
I felt each had a riven beak
And foil me
To print the picture of these delusions
So bright●

Now
I feel am right,and myself
Waving back to the same heights●

I Felt●

©Historian E.Lexano

You said, I want to be bigger
And I knew you really meant
You'll like me better that way

Last night I dreamt of bones
And that you'd love me better
If my waist was small

You called me beautiful
As we sat there
In the parking lot
And you listened
While I told you about the monsters in my head

You called me beautiful
And I cried
Because the monsters kept telling me it was a lie.