the edges of my fingertips swell up as they lack their magic exposure to red disdain covering delicate skin with danger
the walls protecting a heart slowly die in their place and accept the consistent rush of an old air conditioner doing its best to persuade heat to leave
so my empty body can feel at home in my empty room away from the indulgence of July's freedom where destiny forms between lips and summer dresses paint the day with vibrancy
where the borders of dawn and dusk slip terror into the comfort once safe enough to spend a lifetime with
so perfect it should only belong in a Photoshop picture where you simply take the flaws and eradicate them
if I could take these burns which burn brightest outside and quietly kiss them away like all the other things which can't come back leaving loose strands in dark subconscious waiting for their moment to shine
The light dapples in Throwing odd shadows On the plastic surrounding me. Like a strange sunset put there To taunt my eyes
Each droplet of water Is another arrow Shooting new spikes of pain Through my body
Hundreds Thousands Millions of drops Per second Splash onto my skin. 1,000 2,000
I could have avoided the pain I could have stopped this Not going to the beach Not going on that walk
But oh, I would not take it back.
Not one second. Every Happy Minute was another Happy Memory
To add to my collection And even As I lay here Rivulets of water Washing down my red skin I am making another.
You tease me Like some cruel trickster Happiness Dripping down my back
Turned to cruel Twisted Pain Running up my spine like a knife.
Oh, blissful pain Would that I could feel You to your full relevance
Instead, you trip over me Leaving pain in your wake.
Like a torture machine.
This feels so bad But so good. Once the water is freed From the contraption shooting it Like a pistol in my heart Onto my skin It rebels against its maker And trickles delightfully across me, sending delightful shivers Into me Only to betray me again.
Oh, sweet treasure Would that your painful side were invisible So I Could sleep Once Again.
I got a sunburn, and skinned knees. I am in copious amounts of pain. -_-
acceptance is something we all wish was contagious, but true acceptance comes from a heart that is filled with patience. fingers tremble as dreams race through your bloodstream. trying on different clothes and attitudes makes your body ache and turn, outside is an identity that isn't yours which feels as bad if not worse than a peeling sunburn. "don't." you tell yourself. "don't give in to the personality you've thrown in the highest corner upon the highest shelf. it's gone.
Staring at sunburns from sunsets-- we watched the waves crash around us. Bagels and wine; don't even dare to judge us. With bittersweet goodbyes we washed the sand from our toes and walked home.
Staring at sunburns from sunsets-- we watched the birds fly above us gracefully. Pizza and ****** beer; don't act like you're better than us. With bittersweet goodbyes, we danced home with no shoes in the city lights.
Staring at sunburns from sunsets-- we talked about our deepest fears. Orange juice and tacos; don't act like you know us. With bittersweet goodbyes we let the wind sing us one last song before we went home to the place we hated the most.
The Sun, He calls to me And I go to Him with a subtle hesitation Knowing I’ve been hurt before (I knew that I’d been hurt before) But still I run And fall down before Him And He kisses my cold white face And I melt under His hot red heat And He says He will make me beautiful And I believe Him (and I believed Him) And the longer I stay, the harder it is to leave He begs of me a few more minutes And then a few more And more And He tells me He loves me And I love Him back (and I loved Him back) And then the time comes when we both must depart And I wave goodbye And He tells me to come back soon And I tell Him I will if He does But after He is gone It takes me some time to realize That I am not the same (and I am not the same) Because He has stained me with His crimson mark Burned me with His good intentions Blinded by His beauty I allowed my surface to be altered And the sting on my flesh is a familiar one Because this is not the first time This happens to me year after year And I never learn Because He looked so innocent So enticing So intoxicating And He called to me And I could not refuse (and I cannot refuse) But that was the last time (and this is the last time)
sun has never meant much to her she's always found solace in the ash of the clouds like the ash between her teeth and she surveys the wreckage of what once mattered and doesn't anymore because she stopped caring and this has come from the hell we endure for just one more kiss these clouds and the sunburn that can still come from between them and she's always wanted to see the zoo in winter and he promised she would and he never took her and now he's gone into the ash leaving nothing but a whisper behind to tell her "remember."