lovely | poetry

sugar plum and purple

when her head is bowed and her lips are red
the roses in her hands bleed through her skin
when the sky fell asleep, it whispered then
"don't you leave, pretty girl, she's right around the bend"
i rush to you instead
she swallowed the stars, and breathed all the petals in
even when her throat was sore, and her tongue was torn
and she couldn't remember her dreams
when the daylight ran a finger down her face
the sunshine called out her name
she rose to greet the clouds
but i grabbed her hands
when her sleeves fall down, i found the shadows buried in her collarbones
warm, and laced with indigo
breathless kisses, breathless sobs
i held her cheeks, and traced her coffee constellations
her caramel skin, her cotton clothes
her sugar laced hair and cream filled lips
she smelled of sugar plum and purple
"darling, you don't have to run, you don't have to be afraid,"
"i'd hold you even if your castle buried us in shattered colors and broken wonders"
if i fell and stained my hands
the color of her tears
if the flavor of marigolds left her torn tongue
and her bitter lungs were full of weeping orchids
and her bruises kept her skin cold
and i could no longer feel her hair, her cheeks, her lips
i would love her, and love her longer
her beauties found in all her dents
i'd hold her, and hold her closer
even if she no longer smelled of sugar plum and purple
for sugar plum and purple
is not the reason i chose to stay

mm, i don't know how i felt about this one lovelies. please leave comments telling me your thoughts and feelings. you're all beautiful in every sense of the word. beautiful does not do you justice. treat yourselves like angels, because you are nothing short of a masterpiece and you smell much more beautiful than sugar plum and purple.