she
was sweet without the sour,
like sucking the crystals without a straw.
we could kiss for hours by the minute
and i would never say
that her presence was limited.
she
stuck around with the hardship,
an anchor missing the harbor,
i'm just glad there was no grudge.
i could be bitter,
saying that i did not miss her,
but what use is it to be mad,
to be a flailing sack of skin
with emotions that can't be controlled
anymore than those of a child.
she
was the problem
that i didn't need.
the solution
with no key hole
in a sight of blinding seas.
sweet and juicy,
she left me thirsty
for what some call romance,
what some call more
than just a bed at 2 am
with an alarm bell buzzing,
scraggy hair fluffing
without a kiss or goodbye.
i missed my chance,
that is what hurts the most
because when it started to bleed,
it bled inside.
why couldn't i cry?
