You're supposed to only have water in my school
But soda is water too with a color
So what's the hassle?
Women that are like water are
afraid of men who are like mountains.
We move freely downhill toward
the ocean and get carried away
by the tides, swept away by
opportunity, and circumstance,
not stopping to think of the
stability that rocks can offer.
When I see a mountain I
only see the ways in which
we would torture each other.
I would seep into his cracks trying
to know the in's and the out's
of him only to have him
freeze me out.
Water when it freezes
Love when you freeze it
expands and breaks that
which tried to contain it.
Please don't try to contain me
I can't change what I am
I do not deserve your strength
you do not deserve my indecisiveness
Please do us both a favor, walk away
Save us both from this sadness.
I'm not sure if this is finished but I like the similes.
Thunder and the lightning it heralds ravage the earth some distance to my right
Rain will soften the blow
Up and to the left
A waxing moon shines high and bright
Despite the clouds
it makes for a gentle night
I think of oceans and sisters
and childhood dreams
Oceans and gems
and bottomless stairs
Trees and fruit
The lightning could be above my shoulders
and the moon could be inside my chest
The rain could be her touch
and I could be in love
So think of me when you fall asleep
Because I may be thinking of you
I'll hold you in every dying light
and against a torrent of thoughts
I'll breathe you in
and you can breathe me out
I don't know how to tell you about the lightning and the moon and the rain and the clouds and the thunder
Except to say
I ******* love you
I can't hear him over the sound of his own weak resolve
I can't hear her over the chasm of years gone by and years to come
They thought the problem solved.
At night I would trace lines on angels' hands
I ate of the jungle and slept by the river
He breathed in the fire and kept in the sick.
He had a story for every scar
But I did not
I would have carved roses from bone and skin
and given them to her
He'd face an army if they tried to take the same from him
Eyes now dry of that which once stained them
A witch with no wish
save for those for herself
A mountain out of a molehill, who painted her lips with sin.
Then there's the people outside of myself
A man with broken knuckles, handing out toffeed sweets.
Parents with cigarette stained lips
and mother and father
caught in their game.
Without and within
Because I want to spend more of my time
drinking water from glass bottles
and asking her to tell me about the weather.
and let me
in the black
of my heart.
heed over heels
*** over ***
I fell for it
Written August 4th 2012
found while scrolling through my Unlisted poems
it made me laugh over 3 years later so I finally made Public :)
(more likely I just forgot it was there) :D
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
I was high on flowers
But ready to inhale winter
of coffee grounds
and smokey burnt wood
to finally escape
from the thick fabrics
of my favorite sweatpants
and I promised myself
I'd never let you
into the deepest parts
just to keep warm;
23 nights from November
and I'm still digging you out
from underneath my skin.
and that Sunday night
at 12:37 AM;
melted rouge kisses
from the surface
of the birthmark
on your left shoulder-blade
when I traveled across
of every inch
of your back
with my bottom lip;
than the sugarcanes in my tea
up every bone
in my body
and I knew you
had finally found your home
for the winter.
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if only I knew I'd one day have to stop loving you