she's a seashell
waiting for someone to
bring her home
the sea will wash over her
and with every wave
she's dragged further
away

she's a damaged seashell
you won't find her
on the beach of your dreams
her colour is dull
it would never get your attention

the rosey exquisite shell
the one you want
it will never be her

she will stay in the sea
the sand will scratch her surface
with every stroke of the water

she will wither away
and you will never know
that she once existed

my neck is decorated
with a necklace tight enough
to almost hurt

i like it
but my mind stops
and i feel the necklace
turn black

i visualize your hand
as it grips my neck
and suddenly the necklace
is blood red

am i bruised
your handprint will always
be a crude reminder
of how much i hate
my necklace

she’s painted by a strong desire
her skin is delicate
heart even more
she’s a work of art
hiding her secrets within a vault
a vault no key of yours can open

her hair is blonde and shines in the sun
her feet hurt from running
for she may intrigue but you’ll never see
who she turns to when in need
her lungs too weak to carry
a sound so frail
you won’t hear it

but she flips through vinyl records
flicks her cheap paintbrush
turns the world to colours
for her mind is grey
exterior is yellow

caramel and mocha lattes coat our tongues
I can feel the taste
with every kiss
sound around is nonexistent
serenity is total
oh
I’m ashamed
for I miss it so much

time goes by
we meet again
but it is different
for now I can’t feel your lips
on mine
but if I could
my lips would not be caramel
now replaced with chai