i remember
very little;
i loved the way
you carried my memories –
but after a while
i guess
you got tired.
Tag: Lovers
Any Shape You Take
now that the baby is gone;
i saw your true colors,
& it’s not what i wanted
Promises
your hand reached for mine;
fingers danced like petals on a breezy day
up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.
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it’s not that i don’t trust you
i don’t trust myself
to see you
for what you do
not for what you say;
every lie is a dime out of my pocket
& out of ten-
i came up short
to pay
for the next.
strawberries
it’s the sour first bite
that leaves your bottom lip split
between another
or something new-
to tiffany blue’s
sweet red wine’s hands
deep sinking beneath
another;
red plastic cups
you lead me on
like a laser to a cat
i follow
into light screaming choir
or a darkened pit of nothing;
i’ll be you’re play thing
flower garden
i remember the day
you sprouted out of my garden
a little daisy
quiet and free
petals like fire
reaching into the sky
a merry bud
molly
molly,
we’ve met before;
i know you don’t remember
it was a wild night-
but i think about you
the gated fence
the old school diner
& the watching naruto until midnight.
molly,
i’d like to visit again,
maybe on a weekend i have off
or at the next festival
just for a few hours
third arc
i think it’s the butterflies
the ones in springs
& the ones in my tummy
when i fall hundred feet from the sky
into your lap;
eyes rollback
when i have your body back
wraith
you had a chance
to portal back
be a liberator
now
you’re a vengance seeker
with a missing eye
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