oh, god.A Poem by Ms. Starr
there's something i forgot to tell you,
something i dispersed and buried deep within my heart. i tucked it under the floorboards that creak and planted it with the wallflowers that bloom above your bed. you were so beautiful. you caught me in your butterfly-net leggings, dripping nectar from your honey cone eyes. with your dying flower petal skin and broken stem voice, oh, god, you are so beautiful. you smudged magic across your lips with coal from the fire in your throat and cast a salty spell on my confiding tongue. you showered the lining of my skin with kisses, your fingers left traces of glitter in my hair, where i could always smell you. the sun in your voice left secrets on my darkened skin. i can feel your silent fingers playing lullabies down the keys of my spine, oh, darling, i can feel your amber eyes abiding me to your encasing arms you were my sweetest melancholy but oh, you would not be loved. i kissed the dew from your heavy lashes, but when the sun rose, you always had stars in your eyes. you pulled me to the horizon dimming behind your hands, and i had the inclination to dissolve into the light between your outstretched fingers. but oh, god, you washed out my mind with one wave of your secretive tongue, you woke me with one snap of your teeth and i watched you swallow the key to the shackles sorrowing your heart all because you would not be loved. you came and went like a spark. the shape of your lips was scorched onto my skin; snagged on the thorns growing around the bed post, i cursed your name and began to shake because i couldn't feel you anymore. your absence pressed a weight on my tongue, bitter from the iron kisses you scarred on my wrist, you'd left the empty cavern of my chest, setting fire to the brittle bridge structure of my ribs and i began to break down every moment of silence because there's something i forgot to tell you.
© 2012 Ms. Starr |
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2 Reviews Added on September 7, 2012 Last Updated on September 8, 2012 AuthorMs. StarrMAAboutI enjoy writing. I don't do it enough. I'm unmotivated, uninspired, and have learned that unless you are deemed important or special enough for modern society, your words will generally go unheard. I'.. more..Writing
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