perfection under my nails,
i've been scratching at the surface
you're my devil in the details
with shining eyes, so horribly earnest.
i paint myself as icarus
but how close is too close?
begging for deliverance
in the sun's shadows.
you blame arrogance,
claim i'm predisposed;
i know how high i could go.
you're drained at my feet,
a stop-sign to splash in
couldn't be less discreet-
i feel more than my skin
especially up here,
higher than my heart
at least the sun's sincere
as it tears my wings apart.
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...
