Ampersand

What's Sweet Burns

I've been sinking through your drain,
your watery eyes make it rain;
there's a human wall that separates
                                                                          whatever's left of us.

There's a perfect point where I end and you begin,
a meeting point in our opposite timelines,
but we're not there yet
– we might never be –
so grow wings, so i can grow up.
a bird locked up.

I'll put you in a box and keep you in my attic,
let life be the key that keeps me in the basement
– whatever's between us will be burnt by time,
don't you worry –
                                    Promises break before statements.

You're not alone
                                  quiet down,
                                                           stop the noise.

What's harder? to kill time or to make the right choice?
good times will mess you up.

drown in the moon
a space outburst made with move
an astronaut will go and pick you up
so you're not late for the end of the world.

we're air crashes waiting to happen,
first we need to fly.
Darling, one day we shall;
but for now, down to earth is what's right.

When were we ever right, you ask?
Well, when nothing's left, my dear.

Nothing but feelings lemonade,
nothing but terrible/poetic puns,
and sucking on sour things,
because now, the sweet burns, and rests.