Awkward as a tornado, you tell me
That you like me.
Juvenile, the only adjective to do you justice.
Likely a lie, but I believe you.
Raggedy, lithium lust
My hand in your hand again.
Knuckles straining beneath skin, you grab me
Romanceless.
Hatred has been our undertone since september
Today, Summer teases us passionately.
You have those saltwater lips that draw me in like the ocean
Icy arteries, coke enough to call you a killer.
But i know danger. Evil is not you.
Inhibitions, mostly mine, linger between us like
wrinkly, sheer curtains.
Surely you seee the way I yearn for you
As I say I have a girlfriend.
Sympathetic, surprisingly
Curious it's coukd mold your ears to listen, perhaps
Your arms around me
My head to your sternum.
The river wants to show itself to you
Noncommunicative you
Belligerent you
Aphrodisiac you.
Our mutual anonymity is alluring
Even though everyone knows what we did on Tuesday
I am a pill unknown and unregulated
Standing still on your red tongue.
The love of my life will never know you how I do now
Subpar sex; a sorry, submissive excuse for domination.
Romanceless Pearson.
We can drink the liquor I stole
You'll smoke the blunt, like my lover, and I'll observe
Subtlety
Steal your weed, bankruptcy
Just as long as I can worship your golden tendrils
While we kiss in your car.
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
