not written in anger
spite or sadness
simply written
in the gall of my adoration
for speech is null
i did not love
i do not love
how beautiful was a understatement
or the lackadaisical look to demeanor
rather, my pensive stare lingered
the blonde haircut that draped over pale skin that never failed to capture the light surreally
or in the way cerulean eyes contrasted against the notorious, matching plaid shirts
addicting and obsessing
as a drug
i never prescribed
or tried to alienate
constantly i wanted action
to obtrude myself for the love of them
only them
others became none
everyone else conformed to
generic and normal
even more so
you and me
were bound to transpire
in this world or the next
their presence made the normal seem elated
taking everything in my void that was lined and empty and vividly colored
slowly beginning to fill my fading rainbow
pale oranges somberly began filling themselves in to colorsome reds
departing sapphires began filling those forgotten lapises
the paucity of you
arose tears and somberity
loneliness and longing
i would implore
the arms to wrap around my torso
gently but lovingly secure
never did I cogitate
i would become your numismatist
amassing your affection at every drop
placing those tokens in my satchel
then returning back to step one
i write to you
anonymously
to parry the blow of denial and outrage
when i speak those words
those inevitable, licentious words
they belong to you
you contain the lock and key to unmasking those words from my lips
for it is reoccurring
constantly being thrown at you
every hour of every day
you're addicting
i notice your fatalistic thought
i say it for it is an obligation
when in reply you would not conclude
if you were to dig deep beneath my bones
below the blood and muscle tissue
what would you find?
my desire for the unwilling array of happiness?
my covet of yearning in the name of sadness?
no, my heart beats for the love of you
each movement was crafted for your blues
my earliest fancy
brings me to the morning dawns of daytime
birds chirping and sky still at dusk
bed still and mouths hanging ajar
i awake not only to the thought of you
but accompanied by you
alongside you
rest my palm against your cheek
caress it patiently and gratefully
make you feel my love
when the night falls once more and sunset is upon us
i look forward to the mornings
that our clouds and sun conspire together
but our stars still twinkle beyond us
in the end
the fatality is
spending life without you
yearning for that tender touch
you're my drug
my addicting drug
that i never even prescribed for
but thank god
the pharmacist gave you to me
YOU ARE READING
maple leafs and fifty states
Poetrymost will say that meeting you was the worst thing to happen to me. because now all i do is stare down at my phone waiting for my blueberry blonde. some might say meeting you was the best thing to happen to me. because when i talked about you. my e...
