lii. HIDDEN BEHIND CONCRETE WALLS,
TELL ME HOW IT ALL CAME TO THIS.
sing my favorite song with voice cracks and high pitches, tell me how you're trying your best as i fall to floor full of laughter. continue to dance with arms that move like snakes, tell me how much of a catch i got just by looking at you. kiss the sides of my lips while you're still half asleep, watch my face turn pink in embarrassment. ask me when i'm going to wear that outfit again, the one you couldn't get enough of after our second date. hold my hands delicately in yours at the stop sign down the road, tell me how the stars are jealous of the one you get to hold. cradle my heart in the hands that keep my own warm on frostbitten mornings, promise me you'll never drop it and just watch as it shatters to the floor.
show me how this is love
before saying it yourself
watch me fall
before you can even think about catching me.
( beat me until i bruise, confess your love an hour after. leave your belts brand across my cheek, tie my arms above my head and fuck me until it hurts. don't forget about the argument that'll engulf the morning afterwards after you ask me if i felt your love run through me after every thrust but i felt numb, it was far from love making but i don't say that because i'm scared of what you'll do. watch as i grow smaller and smaller with each word your voice raises, feel the power rattle your bones. kiss the constellations of yellow and violet splotches, tell me how sorry you are, how you're scared i'll ever leave. when you catch me trying to, tell me how much i'll regret it, how my family will find my body in a ditch, mutilated. ask if i can forgive and forget seconds after you told me how i'm a bitch. hand me my heart, oddly shaped from the half-assed piecing together you had done after looking me right in the eyes and dropping it to my feet.
tell me how this is love
the best i'll ever have it
watch me believe you
for this pain is all i'll ever know. )
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
