julie

julie May 2019

your voice provides comfort that
i cannot provide myself.
perambulating on perturbation
due to the lack of words your lips provide now;
resulting in the need for a distraction
such as the stinging feeling of alcohol
sleeping in the cool creases of my heart.
immerse yourself in the hazy feeling of being alone
and
be
content
knowing
that
you
are.

Mar 2019

adriana

when i am finished with you

you will be poetry wrapped in skin.
they will melt under your faded gaze.
the spaces between your lungs will be explored.
they will fall in love with the darkness behind your lips.
they will live in the familiarity of your movements.
i will have stripped you of everything that made you the same.
you will be nothing like the person before, for now you are art.
you are simply the words penned onto your bones.
you are a masterpiece in human form.
you made me write, and i made you beautiful.
when we are done, you are perfect.
you are poetry wrapped in skin when i am done.

when i am finished, you will be one of two things.
you will be broken, or you will be beauty.
i cannot let you be both.

#poetry #skin #finished #bones #masterpiece

julie Mar 2019

am i pretty yet ?

to love yourself is an art-
so i let nameless men sketch
their fantasies along my hips
to prove that i am too,
a masterpiece.

**** in an antique wooden frame
that hangs by my throat
gagging on the subject of
love.

julie Mar 2019

mrs.potatoheadtellme

foundation set on skin
concealing the expectations life begins with
rosy nails and acrylic cheeks
mixed up in what we believe beauty to be

julie Feb 2019

tell me, does the devil feel love?

the devil dances with me at night.
he makes love with prose
and by morning he will not have remembered what he said.
before sunrise,
he falls asleep and i am left with unsaid words.

willingly, ive become his.

i believe that you are too chaotic for me
     but my angels are
      screaming for salvation.

you are my escape under the moon
and a deal with the devil has made
        everything all right.

julie Feb 2019

i feel as if were neighbors

strands of my hair
       tangle around your fingers.
you're pulling on the strings
                    of my mind.

so delicate
with your touch.

        it reminds me of
sunday mornings
making love.