she got her hopes up high
and her heart sunk low
and without a map she had nowhere to go
she tiptoed on the edge
sure of every step
not realizing she had already leapt
I never realized I needed chaos
until I was tangled in you.
|—||Six Word Story #48 by absentions|
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
West coast blood in Manhattan veins,
please lay her sparrow bones
to rest in the Midwestern plains.
your hands in my hair
my head on your thumping chest
like this, we’d feel bliss
It happened when I broke
spilled like ink
upon gossamer skin.
i never really liked
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
Your lips don’t taste enough like guilt
and maybe that’s just what I need
to pull me out of this hazy dream,
toward the flashing hazard lights.