fourteen.
I've grown the lips of a fool over my own
Ribbons of ruby filth climbing through
The ruins of stone
(I think I hid behind them once)
And the ice in my eyes melts now
And flees down my cheek
Warm salty tears running meekly over
Foreign hands
(Don't let it happen again)
Tears that darken freckles onto
Rough and sun-warmed
Sand that slips away grain by grain
Through my clenched, knuckle-white fist
(Don't let it happen again, the mocking shadows hiss)
I've wanted to love them too many times
To follow through
I've wanted to trust them too many times
To trust
Still on that sandpaper carpet floor
I trusted you, drunk and disappearing
And I think you
Pitied me, curled incoherence
And so many eyes
And they all
(standing far away, behind the bottle glass)
They all felt too similar to a night before
At another party on another floor so long,
So long before
I grew this skin of a fool
Before
I'd taken to breaking
Every mirror on the wall
That I wouldn't have to watch my eyes fall
When they look deep into themselves
beautiful :]
ReplyDeleteThank you peter :)
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