Synesthete Bedtime Story

You cut me open, after gently peeling the tape off my mouth, and poured spice into my blood. Your slice was clean, sweet love. I was lifeless. Where have I been? Misguided. Dopeless hope fiend broken by pretend ecstasy. You laughed alive-air back into my lungs. You made me stand up straight. You found my smile and kissed it back on my face. Your name is a song I'm still learning the words to. Be our guest, be our guest... something, something, I'll teach you the rest. Fall leaves only mean one thing...I see sunsets around all the faces and places. That's a paper bag of happy. You know me. Spring, for me, breeds grays and browns. That's my serotonin tank on empty. Do you know me? I think a thousand thinks that you do. I feel you in my prismatic emotions. I flex bullets off my chest and into their false eyes now. I'm back. The lipstick soldier has her pistol again. And it's whipping in the wind at old "friends". New blood fills my rainbow veins, and I've ditched rusted chariots and sowed my own reigns. You can find me on the corner of Bad and Main. Now. I owe you a kiss woven wet out of thank you oceans.