What's a bowl of lemons without a lime,
What's me without you?
I don't want to overstep, I'd crush your toes with the weight of my platforms
But you look stunning as a flower in July
Your attention to detail, eyeliner always cleaner than mine
My eyes are a permanent, peppermint mess
Wet from crying in the bathroom
Rushed from oversleeping
And forever pink to cancel out my blues
You're pink
Even a little white could hide cities
I wish I knew what is hiding in that head of yours
Besides unending anxieties
Look into the stars with me, feel your stress fade away while the sun envelops you
my heart shaped moon
The stars only shine for you and I
And they never shine without you
We've always waxed and waned
From close to afar, to touching each other
Not to kiss, just the feel seen
But how could anyone ever ghost you?
An unlikely lover, yet those are the loveliest
How could anyone ever hurt you? Overlook you?
Dancing queen, beauty queen, a beauty called
Evelyn
With your hair like a chandelier above a bright face
Many months have I loved you, only recently have I told you so
Don't we both know when I hold your hand
The world becomes a soft pink
Not unlike your eyeshadow
Ghostless.
It's forbidden
But romeo still married sweet Juliet
It's unnatural, but men still walk on the moon, all over you
Lial never does.
The tenderest of gentlemen
The sweetest of suns.
If you are my moon, then Liam is a star in its prime, fighting off asteroids but always winning.
His smile, suppressed, always bolts me back together when I am an old, dilapidated barn
If I could choose any man to kiss it would be you
Nowhere near bourbon's smoothness, lanky and confused, you stand out like my tequila lime burns
Without the sequins but adorning the kindesss of a million children and a million more good fathers
You, to me, are a father
Because I can't trust a man unless I call him "Dad"
In my mind, you're happily betrothed to my lunar love
Not incestually;
Together
The sun in front of the moon to save her from stars not unlike himself, male, you birthed
Me. A solar eclipse.
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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...
