My tongue is burnt.
I like it.
I knew the moment it happened and I bite it to get through the day with some pain.
It doesn’t seem to go anywhere,
Following me around in a wild beating I can’t ignore the flutter of wings.
Thought fondly about toe nail clippers.
Why is it so easy to break the skins.
Tidally locked planets are moons.
Demoted.
You tricked me and I’ll never trust you again.
You tripped me to start me going and I’ll never go again.
Never run in blindly
Screaming how much I loved him.
Now it lies on its back, staring up and blankly.
I think I’m part of his bad luck. He never asked for me but I’m here anyways.
I thought he did ask for me, my mistake.
Then why am I here because the whos and whys just pointed to him
We weren’t born in the same country.
No miracle romance.
Nothing to speak of.
Not even a fucking glance.
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