now that the baby is gone;
i saw your true colors,
& it’s not what i wanted
Tag: Poet
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
cold december evening;
it was a given;
that i couldn’t remember
every detail.
but fuck
did i try;;
the end of an argument
trigger warning;
i remember the burning-
the smell of blood
keeps my stomach turning
nightmares swarming,
only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.
melody
it’s the care in your eyes;
behind the mystery
behind the walls
behind what you want everyone to see-
to see dark,
there is a song-
you sing with your eyes
a song of sorrow and loss
heavenly voice
painting a hellish picture
eye in the sky
i knew you were trouble
but i liked it;
red flags blew in the wind
like a dog’s tongue on a road trip
no no i saw them
but i bite my bottom lip
looked at the casino red ceiling
and rolled
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
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