I grabbed a rose by its stem, and it felt good - exhilarating
its beauty stuck me in the most loving way...
like the gasp of air the last second before you dive headfirst
into deep dark waters of
you don't know what you're getting yourself into
"I told you so"
but I didn't hear you
still busy trying to get the water out of my ears
scorching hot and not ready to be released
sometimes hope can be deceiving
misleading
or whatever you want to call it,
you said get over it
put a band-aid on it
but when you pierced me with your wretched and poisonous thorns
I liked them better there
then having to remove them, like broken teeth
roots had grown deep and peacefully in my skin
if I ever felt like they weren't meant to be there
I'd need an entirely new set of hands
or a whole new body,
to erase even just the
thought of you
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
I grabbed a rose by its stem, and it felt good - exhilarating
its beauty stuck me in the most loving way...
like the gasp of air the last second before you dive headfirst
into deep dark waters of
you don't know what you're getting yourself into
"I told you so"
but I didn't hear you
still busy trying to get the water out of my ears
scorching hot and not ready to be released
sometimes hope can be deceiving
misleading
or whatever you want to call it,
you said get over it
put a band-aid on it
but when you pierced me with your wretched and poisonous thorns
I liked them better there
then having to remove them, like broken teeth
roots had grown deep and peacefully in my skin
if I ever felt like they weren't meant to be there
I'd need an entirely new set of hands
or a whole new body,
to erase even just the
thought of you