#hozier
Your love was cherry wine on my desperate tongue
sweet poison I'd been thirsting for my whole life.
Each kiss a sacrament, each wound a hymn I sung,
convinced that devotion should taste like sacrifice.
I drank you down like gospel, like answered prayer,
swore the bruises blooming were just proof you cared.
But cherry wine turns vinegar in a stomach left too empty,
and I am on my knees now, retching up the lie
that love should crack my ribs or leave me feeling guilty
for wanting to be held without learning how to die.
Honeyed ruin, you tasted sweet but devastated hearts,
The sweetness was just sugar poured on rotting fruit
I'm choking on the pit of you I couldn't absolve.
Your love poured dark as twilight, violent and minute,
a mercy seasoned with a blade I couldn't solve.
Each vow a hymn that taught my breath to break,
each touch a lesson in how softly ruin wakes.
I called it devotion, called the ache divine,
until my pulse went quiet from the strain
what tasted holy hollowed out my spine
and left my name fermenting in the pain.
You were the kind of warmth that leaves a scar,
the sweetness that undoes a person slow,
I swallowed all your tenderness like wine,
not knowing tender things can strip you raw,
that love dressed up in something this divine
could hollow out a body to its core.
Your name, the sacred song I onced chanted,
still bleeds through me like a sacramental wine.
What was hallowed have become sacrilegious,
it stains the places hands were never meant,
I loved you past the point of being filled
and kept on drinking after all was spent.
The cruelest part is how you felt like home,
how ruin can be mistaken for a door.
Now even light feels borrowed when I stand.
You took my soul and taught it how to end.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
"you gaze unafraid as they
sob from the city roofs"
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 11:32 AM UTC
under the sludge of this depression, I am awake. it’s morning outside but that doesn’t change a thing.
tiredness takes me to quiet places. I follow like I’m devout.
this forest is new. there’s a drumming of a heartbeat within the trunks of these trees.
it thrums under my fingertips. blood rushes forward to touch this rhythm.
songbirds nest, plume against plume for love and for rest. the birdsong is sweet as saccharine.
I taste the sap on my lips, its nectar, thick with agape. a salve for myriad laments under the roof of a single bell jar.
the indigo sky convulses, telling of fortunes. the clouds retch gilded roses.
blades of grass fence the circumferences of leaves in gypsy winds. the forest warms like a flame.
my body sways in solipsistic wonder. the crescents of my nails are crusted with lichen.
my limbs are drawn into its boughs, like gravity. like the bark is starved.
my mind is foliage and my crown is littered with inflorescence. my sky is finally cerulean and lilac.
each gall is an ancient hurt. each wound is a knot.
I breathe my mourning. I wait to bloom.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
I would steal the words from Andrew H.
to say my soul was born in cold rain
and your kindness to sit with me while I wept;
stumbling across the words
shown something so known to me
I the Lamb, now bowing before its Lion
I build me, my paradise.
Was the first light I’d ever known;
Sunlight
Sunlight
Sunlight.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
"Her eyes and words are so icy."
Hozier's 'cherry wine' on loop,
and everything around me seems
so much beautiful.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
What is a song, but a spell
A lyrical incantation of wonder.
Capable of transcending from
One emotional ecstasy into another.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
At sunrise
I awake from
A violent comatose
I welcome the fiery rain
Soak my flesh from the faucet
Taking deep breathes in stride
With an arsonist anthem playing
Eyes closed and heart racing
The immolation takes flight
Bones made ash become warpaint
A far cry from help as I burn
An unstable dynamo ready to blow
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I fall in love just a little or little bit everyday with someone new...
-hozier
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
‘Your voice,
I feel sedated whenever I hear
its dark caress
Yet it invigorates me enough
for it to be my work song
You took me from Eden
to the church that is
you
I entered its ancient confines-
to meet another you,
someone new
and Wilson you said:
*“Be my Jackie,
let’s steal a child from creation
for I don’t want to be alone
like real people do
who run into the woods somewhere ne'er to return to humanity"*
I wallowed in the heat of your
Auburn cathedral
and got seared by the heat of your *****
and I hear your voice
as sweet
as cherry wine
And as I hear the trickling of fire
I realized that it is the arsonist’s lullaby.‘
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
I hear them in the background,
whispering their hate;
plotting their attack.
I was born sick,
I heard them say it.
I cant help it,
I've prayed for forgiveness,
But I was born sick.
I was born a creature of uniqueness,
A creature who should be judged,
A creature who should preach,
And a creature who should be happy.
I am happy,
And I am strong,
I rise against you,
Because I know you're wrong.
I stand tall and proud,
whilst you whisper.
I wasn't born sick,
I wasn't born wrong,
God cant save me,
Because I'm not in distress,
It was you!
You who created this mess.
And it was you,
You were born sick.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Amen
Take me to church
Ill worship like a dog
At the shrine of your lies
Ill tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh good God
Let me give you my life
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
I don't give up easy, my muscles are strong and thunder wishes it beat as strong as my heart
They put me down to early, heaven and hell are still just words to me
I will cut done a 1000 pines with my nails and tear the ground like an earthquake with my teeth
And I will find my way back to her
The light of here eyes will guide me from their small darkness, The Lord can go **** himself, I only need forgiveness from her
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC