everything inside my head is rotting,
i've got a sweet tooth for you...
like you'll ever understand that i can't sleep any longer,
without dozing off into dreams with someone...
as sweet as you.
the sugar shot straight to my brain,
now all i've got is this lightheaded pain...
and i'll feel like a little kid now,
walkin' this garden paths with delicate angel wings carved deep into my back,
and i'll try to find something as sweet as you,
but nothing compares,
when i've been everywhere.
i've got stitches deep in my veins,
from last night in pain,
but i can't be someone else...
do you still love me?
angel wings,
silky,
feathery,
sprout out of my back,
and i continue walking empty paths,
silently, wishing i could go back.
my chest within my fist,
i, uh, i really like you...
say it back?
still lying in bed at night,
inky, freezing cold depths,
over night and half alive.
the sugar shot straight to my brain,
why aren't you here?
i'm crying softly,
freckled face buried in springs of lavender;
it smells exactly like you,
such a sweet thing...
called straight from heaven.
who said i could ever get sick of you?
do you figure...
i could try to be someone else,
if i look in a mirror and see a version,
parallel.
wish i were prettier...
like that version inside the mirror;
tightly bound, jet black curls,
and stunning, ice blue eyes
with perfect pink lips that form a smile...
finally, feel worthwhile.
would you kiss me?
i don't think so...
sweet tooth to you, honey.
you make my eyes open to a world brand new...
all these colored paints,
smeared,
on my pale fingers
yet... i'll float back to an alternate place,
where i am truly someone else,
a painted person on the wall,
you aren't here,
but i hope you still love me.
i'm still so sick of myself...
i think i'm coming down with hot fever,
over my fretting here,
feelin' so sick, more of myself,
than anything else.
a burning fever i've come down with,
i'm lying in bed,
nothing can ever cure me...
unless you came back along,
actually started to care,
but, i guess, for now, i'll lie here,
restless, in bed,
with a white cloth on my head,
burning with a feverish sickness.
only over you.
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||only over you|| ~ angel
(ps: this is closely based upon "sweet tooth" by cavetown as i really love that song and it inspired me to write this poem.)
