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.
Tag: Trust
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;;
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
wonder bread
i never,
i always wanted
to want
a better
croissant
last memory
when i revisit,
the door is stingy
always fights back
knob two tons
make shift handgun
rips through our memory mansion
never easy
couldn’t face you that day
i remember the day the hour the minute
i remember what you were wearing
i just want
one more time.
to remember everything
before that fire.
please;
let me in
image blur
i can’t tell
if you’re real
our fingers touched
without the warmth;
the only way
i know it happened
were the scars
i can only see
in the mirror
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
Saint's Muse 