Thoughts come and go, but some of these
stick to the walls like they are meant to remain
in the furthest corners of things I have loved the most;
do not do this to me again
I don't think I can handle another tragedy tonight
Don't punctuate this with finality, the kiss of death in the eyes of those (me)
who would prefer to keep those lions
asleep
for a few days more, or forever...
Don't bring fate into this, fate never
did **** for any of us. I'm cutting
holes in my sentences to avoid
the sharp edges that might trip you up or
break your heart- whichever
suits the climate better.
Speaking of, how did you decide between
what to keep and what to throw away when you took
those photos out of their frames?
Could you look your darkness in the eye and tell me
it's beautiful, even as it scrapes
its claws along the soft spots of my conscience?
Do me a favor,
tear me apart
more quickly next time.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Thoughts come and go, but some of these
stick to the walls like they are meant to remain
in the furthest corners of things I have loved the most;
do not do this to me again
I don't think I can handle another tragedy tonight
Don't punctuate this with finality, the kiss of death in the eyes of those (me)
who would prefer to keep those lions
asleep
for a few days more, or forever...
Don't bring fate into this, fate never
did **** for any of us. I'm cutting
holes in my sentences to avoid
the sharp edges that might trip you up or
break your heart- whichever
suits the climate better.
Speaking of, how did you decide between
what to keep and what to throw away when you took
those photos out of their frames?
Could you look your darkness in the eye and tell me
it's beautiful, even as it scrapes
its claws along the soft spots of my conscience?
Do me a favor,
tear me apart
more quickly next time.