There is this sense of home,
Where it feels like a doormat was
Placed under my feet & I’m able to walk bare
& Feel free.
This is when the ongoing noise that rushes
in like currents drowns out in the background, and no static is left into the land of peace.
All I hear is the sighs, the morsel of a hum, and your clock spinning & echoing like a drum.
I feel at ease & nothing no longer consumes me.
I’m tucked between the ruggedness of wired fences and tugging hands
Grasping my heart with hungry fingers ready to rip in shreds
I’m tired of feeling so lost beyond words
By men that love to throw me on the ground with worms.
Each flick of your golden smile is pressed onto me like an envelope
And I pour the unscripted ink just for you to rewrite the story of my life
stamp it in the depths of my soul
His hands reminded me of a painting
something I wasn’t
But like every admirer
I wanted to.
Let me write a poem about you
I’ll paint you in the prettiest picture & keep your demons locked away in my ink
Both can ****
The only difference is
Cigarettes shatter lungs
She shatters everything
I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
as I lit it up breathed it all
savored every smoke
as if we covered up painful lies
in a container of painkillers
The same way
we used to pressed our lips
sparked something between us
savored every moment we had
as if our love was a rose
in a valley of tulips