Serendipity

A Boy With Roses

You don't know all the ways                                                                                                

I've tried to reconcile this midnight                                                                            

Our love was an accident                                                                                                

Fatal blows, should never have happened                                  

But in that inundation of emotions the ceiling fell through                                                            

The flowers wilted and the tidal waves bled into our lungs                                        

Teeth caught between the flux, city lights                                                                      

Subdued in this oscillating pendulum swing                                                          

Burned by the fire of your embrace, terror in a ship                                            

Sinking into a treacherous sea, accursed                                                                  

Sunrises bleed from my nocturnal parts, unconscious                                                    

Slip of mind, body streamlined                                                                            

Cumming fainting spells, I'm hollow until you fill me up                                            

Dead inside, but I don't talk about it much                                                                      

I won't suffice, when the gloaming prevails and I'm anxious                                              

I speak in whispers in a bell jar, duped by reality's fears                                              

Sweeping currents of self-destruction                                                                          

All the things I've destroyed haunt me in my visions                                                  

Slow kissing in the violent rain                                                                                          

The poison of your lips is sweeter than sugar                                                          

Maudlin paper tiger, playing rock, paper, scissors                                                                    

You have no idea why I try to forget. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2022 18:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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