how could we respire with chapped lips
I've never felt any of these
in a degree of consequence
always careful to clutch at
the lining of my pockets
whenever life threatens to
drift back towards sleep
retracing the bruises
ice on lukewarm skin
creates an illusion of fire
flames encasing your tenderness
white heat stings
the way your eyes do
in daylight after imprisonment
exhaustion imitating that of
too much sleep
surrendering to the feeling
of cotton tongue and
shaded sun, squinting through
hazes you anticipated
but never really remember
when you're in the thick of it
My dear, you’re no good for me.
You burn me with your own death's kiss;
poke and prod until I'm completely paralyzed and till there's nothing left to give but up. Succumbed to your rueful touch and left feeling used and mistrusted.
When I evaporate I won't be missed.
You've hollowed out my eyes;
all I see is darkness and your baby blues;
you repair what's been broken in hopes to make you some hero who brings me to the light but I know you're not some blinding knight and that all of your bittersweet words are lies.
You're one mistake I won't make again;
you've made me sick and quite frankly I wouldn't miss you at all but I know that's another resolution doomed to fall.
Even though I regret you every morning I love your company all the while and I'll defend your benefits until the very end.