How Swollen Lips Become When Confessions Never Fall.

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I bit my tongue, allowing for the injury of confessions, warped and broken, they sat warily on my bottom lip.

Trembling, I begged for completion, for I knew as long as forever lasted I'd be...

empty.

He smiled, sideways~

in the direction that lovers often do~

I was tempted to touch him for his arms were always a weakness of mine, and he swore beyond backwards skies that we were worth it...

months past due.

I cried, I counted the holes in the walls, the stains on the ceiling, broken picture frames appeared in my head, their discarded memories a warning, but he went on with life as if he knew how to live and kept the secrets of breathing from me and his breath

was sweet once

as September drew circles around us and laid me down in his skin.

I broke in half with declarations, I meant every word I said, I asked for reasons as I searched for his heart and he only said...

please...

as petals fell and grocery store bouquets made their way into the palm of my hand, conversation was futile, my back throbbed with anger, apologies flew around the room with the grace of summer~drunk bats and I breathed...

in his secrets...

as I begged to survive this...

please...

he said, eyelashes steady,

please stay...

and I broke, my right shoulder

throbbing

with the thought of us, stuck sideways forever

as lovers often are.

 

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

This is a gorgeous spill of heart melting words.. I was captivated all the way and lost in the flow of wonderous imagery.
Sensational scribing!!

[An owl on the moon]

You take seemingly insignificant things (the bite on one's tongue, petals falling and grocery store bouquets) and create immensely moving events that color the world with a myriad of hues. I want you to write a book!!! PLEASE!!!

Craig