Gravity rips raindrops from
the sky to the earth of my face,
as your fingertips violate the soft
skin of each cheek I offer.
You tell me, I make you so happy,
as salt flows viscous in the pitch
of our bedroom and I say nothing
and you say, nothing much, either.
I bring colour to a life you have never led
and I punish you for it with my silence
and my soft steps and my one single smile,
bequeathed so very grudgingly.
You try, it's true, but I am too far gone now,
too lost in her eyes as she looks at this
shadow of you that I have readily created,
this masochistic need to hurt myself.
I love you; it's times like these I know it
best, the times when I am so insubstantial
that I cannot even bring myself to speak
words I am bleeding to scream at you.
What sick love is this?
When the only time I am sure of it,
is when I feel so very very very
unsteady in your palm.
The night slinks away, with the full force
of sunlight unrefined burning
through slotted blinds.
So ends the the first time I have slept with
someone whilst tears leak from my eyes,
and I cannot say I will ever do it again.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Gravity rips raindrops from
the sky to the earth of my face,
as your fingertips violate the soft
skin of each cheek I offer.
You tell me, I make you so happy,
as salt flows viscous in the pitch
of our bedroom and I say nothing
and you say, nothing much, either.
I bring colour to a life you have never led
and I punish you for it with my silence
and my soft steps and my one single smile,
bequeathed so very grudgingly.
You try, it's true, but I am too far gone now,
too lost in her eyes as she looks at this
shadow of you that I have readily created,
this masochistic need to hurt myself.
I love you; it's times like these I know it
best, the times when I am so insubstantial
that I cannot even bring myself to speak
words I am bleeding to scream at you.
What sick love is this?
When the only time I am sure of it,
is when I feel so very very very
unsteady in your palm.
The night slinks away, with the full force
of sunlight unrefined burning
through slotted blinds.
So ends the the first time I have slept with
someone whilst tears leak from my eyes,
and I cannot say I will ever do it again.
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