i see beauty everywhere, don't you?
in italics, bold, in christmas lights and
freckles, stars, acne scars and words.
step into my chavel glass, what i see
the beach of a mediterranean island
a chunk of marble and you carved me a heart
taught me how to cry, i would've died for you
charter the islands and seas, before
we get ahead of ourselves,
i do shit to stay in control;
my world was built for one
my eyes, the metal that spits jaundice
you exhaled pyrite onto my cheek
venus, tangled in your graffiti, sharpies
shutters, focus and stage lights, paradise
ascending the seven foaming seas, glinting
captured in the moonlight, donatello
i grew up alone
my excuse for being
so selfish, only i cry
more for others than
myself. it is not the case
high art, not that either of us could grasp it
tasted expensive, lustre like the skin of
someone's daughter, luxury perfume and
my portrait, ageing like a smoker,
you're no mensa,
we're worlds away.
you didn't read my lips
as i spoke. you could
never understand.
push me onto my own sword, the fatal shot
of your magnum opus. my ugly, tasteless picture forged by you and you only. tasteless,
you were late to the revolution. it's over.
the guilt washed away
the moment i left you
because you hated
everything and
that was so selfish.
i live for love, you live for pain.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
