at the end of the day
if all falls through
and i end up
with some distaste
thanks for being kind
In a second
I experienced the life
sweet and sour.
Gave You all you could Ever want,
Gave You all you could Ever need,
But you were nothing More than A Duplicitous fiend,
Whose singular goal was To mar Me From within.
We live like
Cartons of milk,
Knowing we have an expiration date
Stamped upon our foreheads.
And yet we sit
Upon our shelves
Waiting to be opened.
And yet we cry out in surprise
When we are poured
Down the drain
Because we have gone sour.
To spill of guts
To Spilt this nasty bitter taste in my mouth
Thought love was a ripe strawberry so sweet in season
Yet I choke and rebuke this sour taste that fills my mouth the word YOU is all that comes out
When you think love is the best in the world and it all goes down to the south and you are left with disappointment
Bitterness and hate tend to leave a sour taste in one's mouth. I secretly forgive for selfish reasons, for I have tasted it’s sweet freedom.
corrode on my
What was diminishing,
now collecting in a cup
of palmed hands collected.
I wanted to no that of your
though tears fell,
you never turned
those now memory to a wine
Auschwitz was a million
but you never turned
a single tear
to a vintage of peace.
We just choked on the tears,
and we were a vineyard
Each a grape that never reached
Instead we fell before we could become
more that we were.
These tears are sour,
and the taste
erodes every fallen tears morality.
And as I bathed in milk, it became curdled. My heart eventually turning everything sour. It is a magic trick only I know.
the salt in my skin
grants me a bit of safety
from those who lap at the souls of the weak.
the one or two who dared to taste
recoiled their tongues,
mouth more sour for having wasted saliva on me.
i understand how to live
as a sharp misfortune of the senses.
but i don’t understand you,
with your heart full of nectar
ready to give a spoonful for a bitter tea,
or a hearty cup for a neighbor with sudden need.
don’t you see the crows circling,
waiting to gorge on your ripe heart?
they take pieces like candy from a bowl,
hoping to finding their whole
from a beauty best not enjoyed in parts.
i don’t understand you,
how you share so sweet a love
with drifters on a sugar fix,
a knowing smile on your face.
crows dressed in a finch’s feathers
chirp their pathetic thank you song,
it is enough for you.
i wish to learn how to sweeten my skin again.
a bit of salt always makes sugar taste sweeter.