we spoke the same words,
but yours were never meant for my ears...
these revelations, all buckled underneath me,
because all I fancied was to be all you wanted
but desires meant nothing to your shallow perceptions.
and amidst the nights of tears and bottles as hollow as my heart,
epiphanies that dragged me out of every cave,
into the light, and gave me wings
I drank up these revelations like a cough syrup to my cold
and I put all those same words in a box in a drawer.
and the revelations that once shackled me down,
starved me to death and drowned shallow pools,
these revelations that broke me, then saved me, then made me.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
we spoke the same words,
but yours were never meant for my ears...
these revelations, all buckled underneath me,
because all I fancied was to be all you wanted
but desires meant nothing to your shallow perceptions.
and amidst the nights of tears and bottles as hollow as my heart,
epiphanies that dragged me out of every cave,
into the light, and gave me wings
I drank up these revelations like a cough syrup to my cold
and I put all those same words in a box in a drawer.
and the revelations that once shackled me down,
starved me to death and drowned shallow pools,
these revelations that broke me, then saved me, then made me.