Cleaning out the dirt left in the kitchen
Found something great, something special,
Sweet poison sweet love
Stinging like a bee
like a sweet kiss
soft in touch, but burning my heart all the same
I'm not even crying but my eyes are tired
Seeing things it doesn't want to see,
Not even painful memories
Just the harsh reality,
of not love
not even a deluded form
just a microscopic feeling
not even hate
I found my solution
Who knew it would come
Like an Abusive relationship
Between Heart, Home, and Sun
Bruises and Bite marks
Like a Dog might have malled
maybe even a little letter
No big or no small,
What I'm saying is this doesn't hurt
Or maybe it hurts too much
Maybe I'm turning a little numb
from just the right amount of shock
I cant bear to even look
just staring for a moment, hiding shame?
is it shame
I honestly don't know
I just want to kiss you, but im kissing my skin
because this doesnt hurt
not the same kind of hurt we feel
but a sweet sweet kind
the kind only i can take