this has been
the peak of the mountain,
the utmost thrill,
the beginning of the downfall.
don't you feel it?
can't you hear it?
there are tiny veins
running under my skin
and i need them there
to know i'm still alive.
and it's a funny thing,
love is, you know?
the way it slips "always"
under your tongue.
the smell of gasoline
that you can't quite find the source of,
the taste of sea salt
that seems to burn your mouth.
when i go,
i'll want to tattoo teardrops
under my eyes.
when you go,
i'll forget to wear socks for two weeks.
seat belts will be unimportant to me.
and i cannot help it,
there is no way to stop it.
when i become a mess,
i stay a wreck.
i wish you didn't have to see this.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
