Your lips lay like a flatline on those beginnings we had planned out, we had all them stories saved up in mason jars
like the time you lost your bike or when I went back into the sky and only you saw
You used to use your lips as lighters, burn me back up again,
we’re always okay
and that didn’t mean what I thought it did.
I bite my lips because I used to worry,
I don’t worry much anymore, I whispered to myself last night
and this makes me more real
than church choir boys, sitting in a row, facing forward,
you never really got these poetry lines, did you? You will find this line antagonizing, won’t you? Paint a sad picture of my victimization and betrayal woes; I put you on a pedestal and I am fine.
You don’t stop loving someone. You let go of the rope but still feel it in your palms. It always feels like falling til I wake up on my mattress in the morning.