26/01/2019
04:34 PM
I wish you were there to see
how I had to watch each night
slowly passing past me
and I was out there, helpless and
catching a cold and barely talking
while all my muses are exploited out
somewhere in my head
that even I have trouble retrieving
I wish you were there to see
how I threw myself in the crevice
of my thoughts that wouldn't cease
from tucking itself in
and it's when you should've hopped in
to blow my eyes free from the mote that almost blinded me
but you were out there and feeding someone else's monsters
probably making out with the witch of the wilderness
fending off her enemies so in trade she would bestow you the person whom you think will salvage what's left of your unbecoming
Now that we're talking sheepishly
How can I not fall again for the same velvety lips I fell for 1 year and 7 months ago
I wish you could catch a glimpse of my face's sullen redness
My countenance tries to conceal but at a moment's notice I might lay down on you, kiss you, and make love with you like a panther after months of insatiable hunger but unfortunately could only be expelled in the privy of his bathroom
Funny how I can be pretentious—make face even now as I speak, and look at you like we met just now.
I wish you could see how the crowd slowly walking past us and waning as they turn away is the only thing that's stopping me from grabbing you into my arms.
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
