Mesmerizing words molded into metallic melodies,
accompanied by a dancing silverswooned tongue-
performing frivolous pirouettes on a spoon shaped stage.
Lavish lungs webbed with guilty gossamer, folly regrets and self-justification for every fruitless bruise and unnoticed laceration overlooked by ignoring eyes...
Those Incandescent shades of brown,
Inhaling intrepidity, exhaling rays of the sorrowed sun through curtains of ignorance.
A breath deeper than the oceans shallowest soul,
Silenced with the clinking of porcelain,
Toasting to tall tell truths.
Ringing like a phone-
Angst and anxiety boiling to the brim-
echo through the nadir alcoves
that embrace the offset of fizzing fury..
Washing over me
leaving stained glass with a blood-orange sea of tattered tangerine lies,
hand squeezed and palmed by pretty ties.
as am I.
I am a seamstress,
with a torturous twist.
Tallying relapses above sleepless wrists.
Brushing the dust of dalliances away from bruised crevices-
Threading twine through wine colored veins for every time you told me you loved me
but uttered her name in whispers below my neck
that crept up ear steps
To the attic of my mind,
To torture my soul and trickle our time-
all to find...
she wasn't the one.
You're back in my arms but my veins have scars they beg for more but my arms are sore green and purple from three nights before.
You said the fight would end. That I'd never have to ignite again.
Reasons started to smear across reflective eyes it wasn't for the sadness nor the sugar coated lies it was for the feeling- the intensity of the rush, no longer for infidelity or misery's mistrust.
Honestly, the honesty is lacking in your eyes,
And truthfully, your sympathy,
Doesn't mask your lies.
Chronically I question thee,
But the fact remained unveiled,
assume what's been exhaled-
I thought the love I had for him was promised to prevail.