I have only hoped too much.
that all these emotions I was carved out of,
never put their teeth on my soul,
left behind
remnants of rough, forgotten wastelands
and rock-hard terrains of half-moons.
that all these dreams
my heart was dug out from,
didn't still stick as superglue,
like the memories of a long-lost friend,
caked it with muddy slivers of passion,
and drenched my spirit with buckets of coldness,
colored streaks of a faded rainbow.
that all these identities
I choose from my glassy wardrobe,
with every change of season
and every change of landscape
didn't define me and turn me
into the ugliest shade of liar
that I have become.
but I am.
my tongue is the thing of nightmares.
I lick my lies,
I taste my lie,
and my lie feels like hot chocolate in my mouth.
I swallow my lie,
but it's stuck between my teeth,
like a day old mango hair.
my lies have turned my blood into the Styx,
my body into the Underworld,
and my heart into Hades.
my tongue will always smell like a lie,
and you don't want a taste of my lie.
don't fall in love with me.
and don't make me fall in love with you...
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©VioletEden
25thDecember2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
