this is basically a kinda poem/story that I made by piecing different parts of my poems together like a scrapbook. i've never tried anything like this before but I quite like how it turned out.
when we first met, you were untouched
a blank canvas, a pedigree
bubble of bent-knee naivety
with a berry-bright smile and wide eyes
what are you looking for?
i'm looking for starlit nights
and cold coffee
and a hand to hold
lying on your bed in the unborn hours
letting your fingers toy with my hair
letting it all spill out to you
the happiest i ever felt was lying there
staring up at the night sky
i miss the nebulae in your eyes
wasting my life looking at the clouds
i don't see the galaxy right in front of me
hesitant flowers are coaxed
out of hiding and into bloom
bright colours flowing around me
i find myself in a painter's paradise
i want to take a picture of
your smell of cocoa-coffee-cat
i want to paint the way it feels
when your fingers brush against mine
i see it dance in your eyes, weave copper-gold flames through your hair
radiate from your smile, pull me to you
like a moth to an iridescent bonfire
hummingbird hearts aflutter
intoxicate me, drag me out to sea
crimson kisses across my neck
atlantic eyes catching mine
come, ignite me with blistering kisses
strike yourself against me like a match
we'll be fireworks in the night
and send incandescent sparks sky-high
the two of us together
we're straining against our stitches
so many coded kisses
have been encrypted on our lips
do you think i'll just stand here and watch you crumble?
i reach out a hand but you
don't want to drag me down
why can't you see that i'm already falling?
trust these soft hands to always catch you
let my sweet voice tempt you away
slip out of your skin and into the shadows
know that i'll carry you back before the morning comes
frost steals the color from your cheeks
i'm trying to make sure you sleep
but my light's still on at three
this is what i live for
sweet, steaming coffee scalding cold lips
cruel curtains forcefully drawn shut
unsympathetic streetlights cast a harsh glow
early-morning darkness falling prey to sunlight
you are the only one who knows
the first thing about anxiety
how do you sleep when you're afraid
to dream something that can't be unseen?
you see, you've got me on my knees
but you know i'll never plead
unless you promise when you end it
that you'll make it short and sweet
all my anesthetic hope is gone
evaporated before the daylight dimmed
now i'm drowning in the dark
and there are no lifeboats left
trace the lines on my skin
veins of my own creation
twisting, snaking like vipers
they crawl over me, ensnaring me
who do you think i was?
back when our feet were on the ground
so close to could-be
yet so damn far from should-be
time and time and time again
the shining promise of your voice
leads me to the same forsaken place
i'm so full of dead expectations
the place where i feel safest
is the inside of my eyelids
where no one else can hurt me
if i don't let them in
all these forgotten oaths
bury them where we used to play
turn your back and walk away
soon what you've abandoned will blossom in the light
YOU ARE READING
It Runs In Our Code
Poezjathe two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes F...
