My stomach shall grumble, on it is in a churn for as I await your presence every time,
my lungs folding and holding themself up
for the support I need whenever I realize
that I am awake.
My cheekbones itch from the sore wanting your tongue to get lost in mine
A sharp toothache going through my gums,
my tongue,
my skin
just to feel your satin-feeling hands as envious as lettuce
I wish to coat my candy-smelling breath with the words, “I Love You”
until I run out
of lungs to breathe in
until my breath smells like a salad poison
when my cheeks are beaten with tomatoes
and my veins cease to function
My darling, you are the healthy headache that forms in my head whenever you leave,
The empty calories of the protein you give to me,
As if nourished children receive the right treatment,
but you have the opposite effect
I do not grow because of your milky cold touch,
nor your
greek yogurt scent
elating
My numb nose, inhaling all the nutrients it takes me to get awake.
I put my fork in your addictive bean-small eyes and your yellow jokes,
Taking a bite into the flavor to which I ignore, not knowing
Whether or not I might like the sour flavor running and drying down my
Throat.
- Author: Christ(a) (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2022 10:05
- Category: Love
- Views: 14
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