It’s that weird feeling you know
when you feel like you get someone’s heart but you just don’t.
you know you have painted waves under their collar bones and the trees on their inner
thighs
but you didn’t stick around to help them tread water or grow in the sunlight.
How can you take comfort knowing their limbs are withering, and dying and breaking
while you kiss the life right out of them.
you completely missed her soul didn’t you?
Eyes glittering though sheets that kept out light and therefor there was no real need to feel.
she will believe you.
She will think that through cracked lips and vulnerable sighs that she should care.
but it was you wasn’t it?
You , who with half closed eyes scratched a half moon spectacle into her lower back
you that burned so painfully sweet.
She was not your canvas to paint.
No one asked you to brush your eyelashes down her hip bones, and never once did she offer sugar to tame your demons.
You who chose to drown in her waters anyways. You filled your cup until you were drunk on her scent at which point you decided she was no longer your drug of choice
You who tried to glue the pieces back together into security and safeness
but pieces of a painting never fit back the way they used too after their canvas is broken
You should have realized that I am my own work of art and destruction
it never had anything to do with you.
02.04.15
I adore this.
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thank you so much!! 🙂
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