Love is a fire, I won't forget
The winter roots that crawled under my skin and tore at
The silver embers of my milky eyelids
It was unfortunate, I had to lose you to understand
I cannot fit into this sentimental box any longer
Music is like death
A permanent goodbye, an unopened birthday card
Like an orange on a coffee table
I watch the ghosts dancing
The breaking of an atom, when I remember you
Floating like a balloon, my quiet childhood
My narcissism
Now I drink to get through the day
And I'm bloated
With memories and regrets, wishing
I had listened more to you
Wishing I had said, "I love you"
Tonight is haunted
Like a black mouth, I water you
My sadness in my hands
I want to take care of you like my paint brushes
Because you're the only thing that never left me
When I'm crushed and heartbroken
And I pass out drunk on the floor in a flood of tears
Come back to me
Come back to me.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2022 14:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
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