You may not get it
And I don’t say it straight
That the eyes shows it
More than I can fake.
That the heart is pounded
With a heavy mallet
Like jabs thrown at the face
Without the gloves guarded.
Without the tears
Dripping cold on my fluffy face
Withered taste buds
on the raw sashimi’s taste.
Like a dagger triggered
Or a bullet to the head
When your lover and bestfriend
Announced they’re newlyweds.
Like I can say a thousand more
Adjectives and metaphors to tell,
How it cuts like a knife.
How it burns like hell.
Like the shading light
On the stage you take flight
Please don't talk to me
When you are high.