open up my lungs,
set the soiled insects free,
the water is boiling,
and the vapor gathers too quickly,
too much.
“we are mortals”
are words no twenty something wants to hear,
i would like to think i’m some greek goddess,
frolicking forever and ever,
loving until i am drained
(but i am already, darling)
once i knew a woman who closed herself up.
i think i am her now,
i see lemon fangs instead of pearly whites.
i seek adventures within myself,
to find roads with tumbleweeds and empty
ideas
i wish i knew how to stop,
because my skin is frayed and tattered,
from your yanking and feeding.
i wish i knew how to be beautiful,
because that is all we want in life,
and i keep looking at my blood vessels,
“beauty”
yet i see none.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
open up my lungs,
set the soiled insects free,
the water is boiling,
and the vapor gathers too quickly,
too much.
“we are mortals”
are words no twenty something wants to hear,
i would like to think i’m some greek goddess,
frolicking forever and ever,
loving until i am drained
(but i am already, darling)
once i knew a woman who closed herself up.
i think i am her now,
i see lemon fangs instead of pearly whites.
i seek adventures within myself,
to find roads with tumbleweeds and empty
ideas
i wish i knew how to stop,
because my skin is frayed and tattered,
from your yanking and feeding.
i wish i knew how to be beautiful,
because that is all we want in life,
and i keep looking at my blood vessels,
“beauty”
yet i see none.
