scattered moonbeam

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why are you crying...?
it's such a sunny day.

like bleary eyes heavy with sleep I dread
and wake, hands drifting over the precipice

I sit and fail to blink, the sun catches my eyes too quick
split second blue blind, I catch a wink
of lust or love or something special

fragmented crackles populating the crevices
in my mind
I
breathe-break
cannot comprehend this
manipulative beast of
the underground
my mind threatens to break heaven
through it, broaching
paradise
I struggle to
breathe
gasp for water under air
for a moment.

subversive notions of love and instability
one is suddenly the other, how say you?
I pick up my feet and I patter on the dirt-tracked road
my hands are red and bloodied with sweat

in this calmness I suddenly find symphony
my neck aches, I tilt it, jolt a little
shiver runs through my spine

are you really there..?

little freckled dots of
yellow
in the distance
I cannot seem to see any further than
the fuchsia blur
in my mind.

panicked goodbyes at the back of my head
locked away behind
screen protectors and all-too-good love shots
I hear a familiar tune I yearned to forget
will it never end
maybe
.

ninety-degree angles
coffee
piping hot lattes swirling
whipped cream, skimmed milk
onto the white surface of
my skin
I bruise, I burn
but still I feel nothing.
sip me up like I'm the most beautiful
nightmare of a mystical dark dream
you've ever
tasted
.

always knew your love was
too good to be true
melt too fast like chocolate sprinkles
on the edge of my cup
tilt, drip down my chin
like a lost newfangled toy

I cannot whisper
because my voice is too broken
or maybe you've just stolen it for yourse
-lf
haha.
ha.
...
who's laughing now?

just love quick
and freckled bows
I
let my lipstring pull
at the edge of your soul
nothing more to it than death
row

hear you laugh again like
biscuits mixed in quick with
all too hot flat whites
I
breathe in
the scent of your love
gone lust
good bye
what is the point in me saying hi
when all you do
is
die..?

- fin -

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