If I tell you to slide your knife
To the curve of your neck,
Paint your chest in dark red
And cut your heart for a Trojan horse,
Would you do it?
If the oxygen is leaving your body,
You're burning in hydrogen
Like a kiss so bruising
It does not leave a mark,
Would you want to come out
Of the blue ocean and breathe?
If you are standing on orange coal
Till the last sound of your phone dies,
Stranded, so alone in the secret
Road of the haunted forest,
Would you press your foot down
And drive on a full tank?
If you are turning violet in the rain
That even metals turn away from,
Would you want to taste life
In true love; love is only yours
To have in stitches over your body
Where your soul used to be.
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ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡
Poetry[ P O E T R Y ] ❝ maybe love makes us suffer so we love it more, as humans by nature seek pain because it is the greatest power that simply makes us feel. ❞ © 2019 cherrienoodles