don’t question me, don’t get me,
just listen.
Broken heartbeat, broken rhythm,
born with the voice of eternity singing,
pronouncing life so precise
until your mouth melts red
Bruise my tongue with cracked words
until it bleeds,
until you blush.
Remember,
you always did surround yourself with fire.
No wonder you’re always getting people burned.
Yet, you only miss the girl you don’t deserve.
Me.
You’re known for giving bouquets of bombs,
those blossoms of desire
that seep under my blazing skin.
That throbbing fever that you give.
Squirm, stagger, perhaps.
Caught by the translucent star in your smile,
cut me free of this stiff web holding me hostage.
As I do time for doing nothing,
such a trusting prisoner,
I never stopped needing and waiting.
You forced me to go to church
where everything you say is sacred,
and I don’t dare to question what you attempt to teach.
The needles, your needles, pierce my lips deep
so that no one else can kiss me goodnight,
while feeding me that champagne flavored poison,
until my vocal chords decay
and I can’t read my misused poetry.
I am your porcelain doll out of proportion,
bound in these chains of carmel perfume,
that is left for the animals to devour
until you laugh.
I may be crazy for allowing this to happen,
that may be right,
but everyone needs someone to tuck them in at three in the morning.
