It's funny
Because I stand here
A mass of eyes and ears
And nose and mouth
Observing, learning, and feeling you in.
And I thought it's what I wanted,
I thought you were what I wanted,
Because there's a smile
Painted shimmering on your face.
I met the sadness it's hiding,
Which knows mine like air.
It makes you feel like cake
Hitting the curves of my stomach.
It tastes like the memories that
Planted themselves each year.
But the more I digest,
The more I take in,
The more I know,
Nothing lasts forever.
Because you see,
I've tasted the ****
Of every end of the spectrum
And sipped the sweetness, too.
The only constant seems to be new
And it's a high so high
There are no words for it.
But I'm spiraling down quickly
Because if not this,
What else?
So now I'm gold.
My finger tips,
My lips, my hips, and my throne.
I'm a gold digger
Because these bills
Have to be maintained
While I maintain the feast
Your eyes require.
It makes me wonder
How I'm supposed to be
Because we all just want to feel
But were so scared
Because we're all just
Dishing the hurt we've been dealt.
Maybe in a world
Where time really heald all
We'd be able to meet each other,
Stripped of expectations
And of fear.
Stripped of sadness and lies
And we could just be.
But the price
Of the next high
They've all learned to sell you
Is more than a soul can give.
Or forgive.
Because wounds that were never dressed
Can never heal.
So I'll smile again
And pretend that we're both ok
With giving the type of love
That only money can buy.
That the stories
Of love not existing
Are reason enough
To stifle human nature.
To stifle my nature.
And to cut you off
At the depth of skin.
It's time to make our beds
And lie down our wounded souls
So we can forget for just a minute
That we're all here to grow old.