sips

sips

A Poem by mattlundin

I sip small amounts of poison

It does wonders

to calm my shaking hands

I can breathe smoke

and smother the butterflies

that live inside me because of you

and here I will sit

pretending my foot twitches

with music

and not because of broken

misfiring nerves

sign and symptoms

I will hold you close

and fill your ear

with whispered words dripped like sweet honey

from my liars lips

© 2015 mattlundin


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Added on March 3, 2015
Last Updated on March 3, 2015