i love eating raw lemons
because i know i deserve it.
clean my cuts with lemons.
blind my eyes with lemons.
you can wear a new color,
but walk with the same shades.
i would smile if i had a face,
but it faded under the exposure.
now it's just a layer of skin
so clever it makes you think i'm better.
but i'm scared i'll be spitting seeds forever.
i try to be better;
i try to smile and mean it.
i try to smother
myself in your chest.
i try to be good.
god knows how they all are.
how they fall yet stand
again stronger than before,
sewing their scars up with lavender
while i'll be here... spitting seeds.
how are they
so
sweet?
why am i
so
sour...
it rains,
i do too.
it rains,
you bloom.
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Lemon
Poesithis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
