marissaless
Oh, it's like a heatwave;
when the liquid ruptures beneath the spleen
and what's left is acid-washed hands.
You came to my table,
with a wad of ones,
and some crumpled mystery.
I stopped writing for you, you know?
It's like a phantom limb that can only sometimes stop itching;
and my voice is now lost in a faceless blur.
I came to your table as sacrifice,
with an apple in my mouth, a pig in my eye.
Blink not once, but twice, when I cry.
So it's just like dining,
when you are feeling alone.
You have eaten at my table,
on my vacuum heart throne.
You took charge,
like you were built with a whip.
A sharp tongue that could cut you down
with only one quip.
And I see the way
your eyes stretch when you scream.
It is hollow and intoxicating,
without any gleam.
So I hide, tucked,
near the moon, in the starry night.
This is just what happens.
Turn off the light.
So the doors were like mirrors,
when I slammed my fists against their surface.
So little rays came from the sun,
when our irises split, with shrapnel and debris.
It was nothing but conflict,
like raging war within the gut.
You were nothing but the spirit
of the eyes being open while shut.
Just like that, so automatic
with a heartbreak graphic,
and a lame emphatic.
You gave up, so fickle
a tiny machine, you trickle.
Stuck, again, in the pickle
with you.
Like daisies you pushed me,
but from six feet above.
I didn't know what to hold onto,
only facing push and shove.
You didn't know the how to keep,
and only showed partial love.
In my zone, I saw the light
tessellating down, like crystal aflight.
Like a scientific breakthrough,
you come to --
like standing from crouching, and the world is abuzz.
I'd really like to tell you:
when all the sunflowers grew anew,
I saw your heart like a lightning strike connecting earth to sky.
Oh, dreams of you, in the sunset,
I cannot forget.
Like a breakthrough, you come through; and I love how I feel you.
Did you see how the stage was set for us?
Like flowing water, you came from the hands of the moon;
enter: stage right, I arrive at the shore.
You come over me, with an ebb and a flow
the wolf whistles to the sky,
and I reach for you.
Like vines, your thoughts crawl through my vein.
you always knew I was subtle lying when smiling through pain.
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