My eyes
My eyes
I close my eyes
Shift the blur
And fantasize
This poor girl
Is not my type,
Instead she’s someone else
The kind where I’m
Not worth her time
Where she would never fantasize
That I am on the other line
Of the least romanticized
Of ways to waste of time------------------------------
This bed this room
It hurts my chest
Throwing fits hold my breath
While she’s twisting my neck
This house is dimly lit sometimes
I wish this 409
Were a bottle of Bacardi lime
To put a shock back in the light------------
And its making me ill,
To the root
That love and will
All add up to the truth
I’m not telling you either,
I’m telling you simply,
I wish I wouldn’t bother
And my heart is in the swollen place,
From falling down a spiral case,
A direct case of counting days,
Before I found some grace.
I love the taste
And I can’t chase
Anything to erase
What lingers on my lips
After the days fade away