I kiss the lips of nicotine instead of kissing you
You showed no signs of leaving, and yet you broke me too
When I held you I hoped to hold everything you wanted forgotten
Her biting words, your dad's drink, and expectations you carefully walked on
I wanted to pull and threaten every sob that left your lungs
With the kisses that I peppered down your jaw when we hugged
But your eyes made me cry like Jesus in Gethsemane
What a color of many colors, those retinas held felicity
You pressed your forehead on mine and bridges of noses brushed
You sang the radio lyrics and between words, kisses hushed
I feel so parasitic, so pathetic, so paralytic
How can I never hold you again? To only look for mere mimic
-G.A.
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 6:10 PM UTC
I kiss the lips of nicotine instead of kissing you
You showed no signs of leaving, and yet you broke me too
When I held you I hoped to hold everything you wanted forgotten
Her biting words, your dad's drink, and expectations you carefully walked on
I wanted to pull and threaten every sob that left your lungs
With the kisses that I peppered down your jaw when we hugged
But your eyes made me cry like Jesus in Gethsemane
What a color of many colors, those retinas held felicity
You pressed your forehead on mine and bridges of noses brushed
You sang the radio lyrics and between words, kisses hushed
I feel so parasitic, so pathetic, so paralytic
How can I never hold you again? To only look for mere mimic
-G.A.
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