9.
The kiss I haven’t had
It’s fragile, might break my heart
Might break into my heart
A burglar kiss
But I popped that bubble wrap
All by myself
You only stole the fragile kiss
I had smothered in useless bubble wrap
The kiss I haven’t had
It’s fragile, might break my heart
Might break into my heart
A burglar kiss
But I popped that bubble wrap
All by myself
You only stole the fragile kiss
I had smothered in useless bubble wrap
Automated perforated tolerated
Beep street creep
Blaring car alarms
Long tall arms
Sticky hold, slimy shiny
Dark green lounge chaise
Leather creases
Bowing down
Too heavy weight
Two bodies
Long gone
Concentrate
Bite, tongue
Wait, hold, fall back
Cut lip mouth slack
Smash a lamp
To your head
Shotgunned glass
Oops you’re dead
Hazy crazy lemonade
Heaven afterlife?
Eat chips
Suck dicks
I wish you were alive
Smile too wide
I’m baseless
I leap
Into the leaving lake, but
You give me brave headaches
Now and again
I can’t wash off
The sticky hope in my hand
I realized too long ago
I’ll have to break my hand
My mind needs to bleed out
All those brave headaches
They would beget far worse
Than a rescinded invitation
If one erupted
Your emotive vacation
So I have no choice
I feel each finger snap
Dripping gold onto the shelf
Hear the sickening crack
Watch the twitching tendons
Play cold notes in the stale air
Recognizing late despair
The stars are only winks tonight
In the drawer of your galaxy
I’m sad they finally joined
Your black hole reality
You’ve smashed my head from the inside
Maybe if you forcefully push
My skull with acceleration
We will both be oblivious
To internal justifications
It would mean
My external fatality
I think you want that, unequivocally
Absolution
You’d get an instantaneous hit
As for me: my only, last limit
You could have tried
Recently
I sat in place, a sole timpani
Now, mobile evermore
You closed my own guilt trapdoor
I’m your sanctimonious bitch
I threw you away
Now I’m thrashing in a ditch
And you don’t care what I say
I hate your violent typing hands
And your presumptuous smirk
Your words made me wet
I’m still flummoxed and hurt
Ever depressed, it sucks
And I need you back
Wait this is madness
For amateur maniacs
My pathetic I love you
An ode to before
I’ll try to wait for a day
When I don’t anymore
In limbo for the meantime
It’s barren and cold
You keep frost wedging my mind
There are cracks in the scaffold
I can’t explicitly explain myself
So the reasons leak out of me
In more tangible ways than words
I can’t show you the cause you think you want
It’s buried 57 floors underground
However, your desertion, well
That didn’t let out a bang
But the effect is loud and bipolar
That I can explain…
In the South:
Wild lights and sweaty bodies
Flashing, I burst and implode
I try what I said I wouldn’t
Hips moving, consciously knowing
How to attract the male gaze
Rejecting advances
I dance alone
In the North:
I have crusty eyelashes
And no mascara has been applied
I twist my face until I hate it
Why have I allowed this self-pity?
Its blizzard has lasted far too long
With only queasy burning reprieves
I can’t escape it sober
So unlike the sediment accretion
That crept up and slowly entranced
The unhappy trysts that never happened
My perverse fabricated romance
I am a horrible person
To want what I did then
Now you’ve stripped me down
I wish us plain again
“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you look like a panty sniffer.”
