You're as precious to me
As endymion to moon
I can't call it a dream
If there's no you.
Words remain in my mouth
So I write them as poetry
You're so difficult to unfold
Lying like an equation of stoichiometry.
I could smoke you like a weed
Getting drunk in the haze
I could take you like hennessy
Laying bruised in your embrace.
Good heavens, what a man you are!
Shining like a bright star
Making your own style
Chest swelled in pride.
Your memories make a melody in my head
Those tear stains have dried up on my bed
You feel like a felony
Holding my hand until it turns scarlet
Making me ill but there's no remedy.
You're a venomous drink
And I'm the drinker
You're standing sweet like death
And I'm willingly giving away my breath.
Your body is flawed
Unlike your soul
Making me poor at stance
You're a million dollar man.
I want to picture you
Exhaling in the morning dew
You are my cup of brew
You feel like old in the age of new.
The wood has your remnants
Roses carry your scent
The soil gives new life
Just like you gave me.
My fingers are stained in ink and graphite
And my cheeks crimson
My eyes are black due to dilated pupils
My lips are blue and sewed.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
