Description: make it. make it. make it.
its lonely without my papercut.
you should have seen the sky tonight. -------------------------------------------
there was nothing to hold on to
so i just let my hands shake in the cold.
my mouth wasn't glued to a bottle so
i couldn't be poetic and on the tip of your tongue.
my wrists felt small and breakable
when i traced the stars into hearts
and the just hung useless in the sky...
i tongue the cuts in my mouth
and my insides wince.
making up stories, mapping out my life
in a series of last try kisses
and forget me not poses
...
only then do i realize that everyone still dies.
what they don't tell you at the end of the story is
that cinderella and prince charming wilted
and went to rot in the ground.
it wasn't a cigarette i craved
it was your hand
so i could feel something warm
and greater than me.
so bitting my lips and lying
through my teeth have become
like breathing and eating.
spinning records instead of having
conversations and writing.
sometimes i dream about minnesota
and everything i left behind.
everyone i couldn't say goodbye too
and anyone i forgot along the way...
it's nights like these when i remember
when your words used to calm me, and
i'd stay up all night talking to you so i wouldn't
fall into the darkness of my subconscious.
when i told you about laying in the dewy grass
and you painted me that mexico beach side painting.
you should have seen the sky tonight...
our stars were so bright
they melted the cloud cover away
still great writing.... thats good. everything else changes but your writing is still righteous and kickass and that is very very good to know b/c sometimes all i wanna do is go read a sad poem and think about somebody else besides myself. this was excellent. :)
Submission Name: you should have seen the sky tonight.
