I love to consume-
pull you close, swallow you whole.
press pause and won't resume
but my fingers couldn't hold the controls.
my attention is overbearing,
a heavy searchlight impossible to evade
tonight it's glaring,
every inch of me feels unmade.
my organs are tinted purple
from sapphire laughter I drain from you
does this count as nonverbal?
absence makes me feel blue.
no pastel here, it's midnight deep-
if it were, you'd tell me to sleep.
worn bandaids over ripped out veins;
while my insides are awfully decayed
this doesn't clot- i'm spilling out the seams
and pouring, cascading over you
your lips are now tinted blue
(not cerulean. a suffocated hue)
fallen apart and this is only a preview.
tell me, am I drowning you?
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
