"briella" poems
I see your body
pale white against the night sky
like a luminescence cast from the moon
calm yourself down
and tell your tide to come back
to shore
I've seen you punch wine bottles
until you’re so drunk off your own fist
you can’t see straight
from the stars in your eyes
hoping for a chance
or a shot
or an expectation
I would expect no less
from someone as hopefully hopeless
because when I look at you
I see myself
in the clear lines that run
from your eyes
and stain your cheeks
I wish someone could sail up your river
slam the gate, break the gears
and close up your dam
It’s a God **** shame
your eyes are starting
to only shine from the water lines
Don’t drown in your own sky
Tell your tide to come back to shore
I’m sure you will find
your way
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC