Viridian

Viridian Aug 2018

I have only one match left

One gave me a sparks and nearly caught fire, but instead turned out to be too fragile to use, so I set it aside in hopes that it would give me a flame one day when its ready

The one before that was lit too brightly and burnt my fingers, making me drop it on the ground to burn out on its own, scorching the ground below me with licks of orange and red and passion I don't know how to handle

That one match on the counter, I'm far too afraid to ignite, and instead allowed it to grow wet and unusable to even strike against the rough to attempt to set it ablaze

All the others were duds and broke too easily, so I had to throw them all away, unable to be used for the warmth it should have provided

I have only one match left

How will I ever light my way?

will i ever ****** stop?

#poem #poetry #love #heartbreak #crush #fire

Viridian Jul 2018

Stop

I think I'll just stop
And it's fine if you don't notice
You have a new match to light
To spark up and ignite
I'm fine in my ashened and withered self
I'm tired as it is, so grant me my solace
Let me rest finally after spending so many nights awake and alone with you
I've been drowning in the melted wax and supposed dreams of what and how
I'll just stop burning what's left of me
And go back to myself that was myself when you weren't involved
When nobody was ever involved

I shouldn't feel to this, I can't. But I do. And I'm finally going to do something about it.

#poem #poetry #sad #heartbreak

Viridian Apr 2018

red zone

I can't blame you. Not you. Never you.
You are ethereal, absolute, and upon the highest pedestal.
You, who is afraid of heights and worship.
It is always me to blame for the wrong.
Me, who stands at the foot of your base.
Me, who isn't even placed upon a foundation.

#poem #poetry #sad #blame

Viridian Mar 2018

4:25 a.m.

my fingers graze your cold skin
leaving a trail of passion at its wake
i meet your eyes, a constellation
turning the dark into a galaxy
my breath hits your exposed neck
erupting anxiety and carnal need
i taste your sweat and rose perfume
honey and wine for the wicked and free

late nights and early mornings are meant for cognac, coffee, and contemplation

#poem #poetry #lust #love #morning