Friday, 10 June 2011

Messy situations find me.


But still,
I smell you in my hair
And punch myself to never care
This scent that whispers -
You were there.
I loathe myself for doing this.

I'll sit beside my caprice head
Repainting all those things we said.
I promised, but my eyes sting red -
Black tears are solving nothing.

Between my walls the silence flames,
I'd love to find an inch of blame,
To hate, to throw across your name.
But still, I can't despise you.

You tease
With fingers, looks
Your eyes.
And make me ache for wants unwise
Your thudding chest
My praying thighs.
Like you, my mind won't stop and breathe.

I've played the Other Girl before
It ended. Sobbing on the floor.
Inside the mirror grins
A whore
Now here I am, again again.

I'll miss those things we'll never do.
Forget the childish shit I drew.
I'll savour words, before they're through,
I'll lie inside my crystal prison.

Say I'm naive and rash and
Young.
A blinded girl, too highly strung
A world to say - I've lost my tongue.
It's not important, leave it now.

How did it ever get to this?
For now, at least
I'll cry and miss.
Bet birds would never reminisce...
Please smile,
She's lucky lucky lucky.


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