Don't Try [Poetry]

pink tape pandora muse

pink tape pandora muse

february27twenty18 - march3twenty19

is the arm pain a result of emotional battery, or is something holding on so tight that it's causing tissue damage? new dawns bring never-felt-before aches, inflicted squeezes, don't let go. or maybe gathering up indigo resulted in dyed constrictions, now poison. let loose with the best of intentions, scatter in the wind of unease.

sealed a smiling face in candied paper; still not sure if it got delivered. maybe. purple turns hues into pleading bitten lips, bloodied fingertips. because heartsongs get so twisted, knotted up in my mainframes, I think I'll lose you in the static. cursed be, poisoned cherry tree, don't eat from me. rather shy around affection, because love songs can't be written about poisonous cherries. such fictional writers read the signs reading Beware, or collapse after having a taste.

still gathering flowers and staying shadowy, because desiring only ripens the soul to rot, and one must spritz themselves generously with perfume if they are already a corpse. aching aside, solace in fireplace eyes is forget-me-not season full bloom, still and finally unwavering. but grabbing at smoke only leaves ash on your fingers.

poster of a lover, skeleton's heartbreak. waltzing around on broken toes in hopes that you might comment on the tears streaming down my face. rhythms concentrating in specific parts of the brain, creating great pain; ate today but it just feels more empty. stir up trouble with heart-shaped spoons, ladle away bothersome fluids until empty chambers meet the edge of a sharpened sword.

looking for deliverance from forces that I don't understand, eating chocolate make-believe out the backs of pretty boy's hands. let my love ring dull out in the third refrain. seeing with eyes that are left all alone, misery made a home in me. poisonous cherries line the dock, sink and repel, stare up from the sea. wave at the beautiful eyes flitting back and forth from the cursed son of Calliope.