ridicule in its own right.
barring down these starry nights-
i'll never leave well enough alone.
kiss a thought until it's dead and gone.
love a lie simply because i thought of one-
simply because i thought of one.
my textured skin is sore to me.
my darkened eyes are sorely not green.
when is it that she'll look at me?
with that crooked smile?
and the bathroom counter is cluttered now,
no room for my legs to dangle.
and the sink is clogged again,
because my hair didn't sit right on my shoulders tonight.
i've loved enough people to create a symphony,
but my own sound is cruel to me.
i've loved enough lifetimes to run laps around this one,
and into the next.
surely i can find it in myself,
surely the plastic bag will lift.
for now i am suffocating,
for now i am weakened by her lips.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
