too sweet on my tongue, tastebuds die off from the torture and with mango juice flossed pupils spindled out of honey and soft words pooling from a heart made from rubber, promises invalidate me and i am invalid to you, because you fucking promised me: with those doe eyes to that of a saccharine fruit rind spoiling in a vineyard of crops, smile feeble and weak like the polyester shirt clinging to your arms of sweat and summer ache, like me clinging to you with every breath i release, girl molded out of cosmos, saturday stained on beet red calves one stung of a rum cherry soufflé my french grandmother baked on those days special enough to be suffixed with a holi- and lips chapped and peeling like those mangos you fucking like, lathered the sickeningly sugary hue of a peach, apricot runs through the rage of a sinner and 1998 tremors form sweat in my lungs and i breathe out a lifetime of misery and regret of ever being agreeing to a promise i knew a stargirl could never keep; that upon fleeting youth amongst skin akin to the bites of caramel misplaced in the ditzy holder of a plastic lancaster bag, a peach ring, one tinged a soft daffodil and slit with the embodiment of relinquished amaranth of one alike to petals of a rose, is only the promise between us two, tea threaded diamonds cut of white gold, chai milky and crippling to an esophagus who already suffered vomiting once, that entangled in one another under glistening moonlight tilting on ivory polished heels and dizzy smiles painted in pink palette of iloveyoubutyoudontlovemeidontthinkyoudobutimgoingtomarryyouandihopeyoumarrymetoo
the devil sleeps in your eyes, wine swished bloody muses hacked in the crooks of each fine line indented in your irises; fine chocolate indeed. scoop it out of my mouth and taste for yourself darling.
im certain you already know.
