A CUP OF SCORPIO VENOM

boomerang

boomerang

i'm laying in the dark again, painfully trying to find answers on empty walls. the bottles only made me upchuck the bitter truth. nothing lasts forever.

i gave my all to someone who wore an invisible cloth.

meanwhile, i put a sheet over my own eyes and imagined that you were here.

the long nights of you holding me now begin to unravel and, and i can see your grip wasn't tight.

every love letter you pushed aside, and your love hallowed out like the pumpkin i carved.

it was winter and your heart was numb, and you knew i was a fire. i wish i knew you were only trying to unfreeze and not help put my fire out.

i noticed the signs: your love became a long tunnel. each step i took towards you, the tunnel expanded. you weren't afraid of love, you were afraid of being loved.

time became your excuse, and the clock never put me in route.

they say love prevails, but when the love is split so uneven, love prevails straight to the ground.

you unfairly keep me on thin rope. every so often, you will tug, and each time, i will pull you in. i've found the blankness in your eyes. that's how i know each tug you make are the nights you feel most alone.

you've used me like a recycled bottle, and my heart keeps going in a cycle because my heart ignores the fact that you aren't in love with me. you are in love that my body is a vacation home.

i know i'm a loving fool. my hobbies include letting you fill me up like water just to pour me down the sink. i put myself out there so nakedly that i allow you to push my self destruct button. i've lost many loves, and i've pushed away many.

an explorer who only wrecked my heart. this time is hard. because your words of a future are buried in my veins.

i keep a constant replay of the words you lied and the ways you touched me. it's an evil game i play. i'm a boomerang because no matter how many times you hurt me, i always come back.

— e. gould