You fell in love
With my black cherry lips
Without the knowledge
Of the pit within
In the shakey moments
Between wake and sleep
I let loose the tears
That I didn’t let you see
They fall upon my pillow
And transform into rust
Reminding me that we
Are nothing more
Than dust
Strings of lights and
Yellow tapestries
Brighten up my room
In an attempt to hide
The darkened mess
That lurks in the corners
I'm a melancholic alcoholic
With a tendency for feeling nauseous
Too much love, too much drink
Provides a space for me to think
But my thoughts flee my mind
As quick as they had come
And I am left alone
With my heart feeling numb
Its 6:00 in the morning
I'd rather be in bed
Sleeping, waiting
Hibernating
For another day
Instead
A No.2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.
Joyce Meyer
I heard the whispers of gold
That rode on the breath of dawn
They were quiet
With their tickling breath
As i was sobered by the sun
I didn't know I loved
An idiot
Until he said
He loved me too
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
And in that moment
I finally understood
What it meant to feel
Breathless