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robin Apr 2016
your lips taste like limes
a familiar taste
on
my
tongue
that
you always resented
because
you only
gave me
kisses
goodbye when i left for
good
so
pucker
up
your
sour face, sweetheart
and let's retrace our steps
and dance this drunken tango
one
more time
for i am by far more
bitter
then you could ever understand.
robin Apr 2016
were neck deep in cigarettes
coughing up
pennies to feed each other's piggy banks
just to get by
kissing left and right
in the hallways
that are tucked away from the prying eyes
but still just as ****** as the last
i want to be more then a pass me by- hello-how-you-doin'-grin
i want to be the alcohol that hangs on your breath
from last night
that
warmth
hanging near that soft spot on your lower lip
that
i want to take shelter on.
robin Mar 2016
hold up the things i never said
like silly string
limply attached to my tongue
shine the light on the darkness in my eyes
with a dollarstore flashlight
whisper all the lies
into my pillows that
tell me
im good enough
or just breathe
it out like
smoke on my skin
your hands
nestle into
my ribcage
like there looking to build a home
feathers fall like flaky mascara
that tickles my cheeks
and
i don't know if i ever told you this
but your hair
looks like sun in the morning
daffodils-daisies
and pretty ****
like that
and your skin feels like
what i think
rain feels like
hitting against a moss kissed metal roof
lighting bolts in the distance
playing hide and seek with the thunder
again
and
if inanimate objects could shiver
they would and it
would be
at our expense
how can you be
so
cold
but taste like summer.
safe-place-?
robin Mar 2016
you had an
umbrella face.
always tried to shield me
from the sun
overtime it caught up
with me
     though
made me
  turn pale like
a ghost
like a child's silhouette in a fading fog
like a distant memory creeping
up behind you.
robin Mar 2016
kiss me
like the fire burning in the back of my eye sockets
the hate building up like bubbles in my brain
hitting against the top of my skull
wanting you to
just
crack me open
and let
things surface
like
a little girls
heaving
chest
full of girly sweet nothings,
gumballs and skipping stones
suddenly empty,
just another
head bobbing against the
cement at the bottom of the
pool.
robin Mar 2016
cover the sun
before it covers you.
robin Mar 2016
there are apples on that tree no one picks anymore
because there
are worms
hidden inside the green grannies skin
who's ugly within
but you don't know how to fix her
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