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white coat Feb 2014
Neurosis is an attentive lover

Coddle the drugs until they grow up and **** you
Stroke your throat so the burning doesn't
Reach your eyes

Baby you can't threaten to leave me
When I'm always alone
Home is where the blood is
And I'm always home

So fight with me
I'm dying anyway
white coat Feb 2014
Resolution
In a blue sweater and shoes that don't fit
You wait so long to kiss me

My perception of tattoos was conceived
When I was very small
My mother hated them
But she loved the temporary kind left on her arms
Red blue and purple
Her favorite colors
She painted the walls in our home the same
So she could feel him in ever room

So when you look at your own
I wonder if you think of it that way
Does it hurt still

Tenacious and obligated laughter filled the room
Our eyes were burning
Obligation to listen
Obligation to say something
But did you feel obligated to touch my arm
When you did
I don't know

I don't know what I'm doing
Touch me and you sink
That's how it should be
If mother was water then I am an iceburg
No one with sip me up or use me to feel clean
I will wreck ships

But then you kissed my neck
How could you know to kiss me right there
Monochromatic oceans flooded my vision
When you did

Conflict and resolution
Conflict burning
And resolution
white coat Feb 2014
I think it's sick the papsmere wasn't regulated and readily available until the mid sixties

I think it's sick that women feel less threatened when a man asks to stick her finger I his ***
Than if he can pull her hair

I'm too young to feel this old
I'm too old to feel this disinclined

You told me I smelled like rain
After you left that Wednesday service

The **** of your God
white coat Feb 2014
Songs you wrote for me
Bits and phrases
Little melodies I didn't hear

Surface tension

Sleeping with your hands on my hips
Planted stories in my head

Waking up to find you in my sheets

Self conscious breathing

Don't forget my ceiling (me)
white coat Dec 2013
I forgot how to count my bones
But I guess that doesn't matter
I was angry about something
but your blood talked me out of it
And its hard to remember anything except your hands
or how hot tears feel running down my numb cheeks

1 drink
2 drinks
5 drinks
10 drinks
A drink for every false idol
2 for every lost profit

I'm losing my religion to a ghost
the least you could do is look away
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