#fireball
the holes run together to make nothing
that consumes everything
torn to bits with nothing left to rebuild
pulling threads from passersby
gluing them in spit and sparkles
forming the fabric of a frayed future
hidden behind that toothy grin that blinds the best of 'em
a bit of accidental charm and sparkles turn gems
catching the moon you just hung
besotted sot
truth like poison thick on spirited tongue
can't believe what the bottles tout
can't trust liquid truth in ashen breath
dragons of legend breathe Fireball lies
that smell of candy and taste like the death
of tomorrow's enamoration
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
my skin is warm but my body is cold
my eyes are tired and my soul is longing for you
cinnamon is sweet but sometimes it burns
and so do you
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Snapchat me at 11 pm
Are you drunk for courage or for remission?
"I like you"
"You're beautiful"
"I want to **** you"
You say, "call me" and we talk until 3am because I think I like you too and mostly because I know, we know, we're both so lonely.
It seems like you only talk to me when you're drunk but my mind tells me it's better than being ignored, like after Halloween when you couldn’t look me in the eyes. I thought it was the kiss and I still don't know if you remember or if you just pretended to forget. I remember, because you don't forget cinnamon liquor - like your skin, warm and bright.
I left town last week and you snapchatted me saying you missed me, at 3am again, in my new bed. You're leaving in August and I'm scared. Because I'll miss you too.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC