Month: May 2020

Picking me up to go to the cinema
Strawberry frozen tart on my lips
You give me a thousand kisses
I think that this is what bliss is

The flower shop is closed so we make a detour
Find another place to spend our day
You know the things I like the most
You know I love to have my way

The plastic trees decay

A glowing silver bag with my cosmetics
Your personal belongings in a jar
I’m trying not to think about the future
Because it’s just too far

But I’m carefully listening
To every song lyric you play
Wondering if they’ve got to do with
The man you are today

I’ve got to be on my way

Scenic drives for later
Butter-like candle dreams
I think I’m missing something
You’re pulling me at the seams

No, there’s something in-between
It’s taking up all the headlights
A natural cause
A reason for applause

I laughed because you thought you were ordinary

Things have been uneven between us
I make a joke, you keep a straight face
You keep things neat, my things I misplace
You’ve got such a cute face

Underwhelming at the least
Broken ties
The melodrama was a surprise
But your laidback mannerisms come by late in the afternoon to remind me that things can be simple
And for that I thank you in my mind

I love the way you lay back
Like you’re giving up on the world
But you’re not wilting in the least
We kiss twice and bike East
I’m always delighted to see you smile

Honestly I stumble backwards a bit
When you break away
It’s reminiscent of me to say
The things I spend days rehearsing
Cute boys are difficult to look straight at when telling the truth to

It’s our youth too

It’s paradise
The warm air feels nice
Your back is what I want to reach
As the sun’s rays infect me and you tell me it’s okay

That’d be a nice day
Can I have it my way

I think
Goodbyes
Should come
With flowers

Page that to all the men you know

How nice would it be to walk away with carnations, or roses, or my beloved peonies when the damage is done
(or partially over)
Doesn’t matter whose fault it is

The girl receives flowers

These are the new rules
To be followed
When things come to an end

Taking pictures, before and after
Of me and you at our happiest
And me and you at our eventual state
The dark circles underneath our eyes
You, telling me not enough makeup in the world could hide my pits and falls
Me, curling up like a little child with my hands wrapped around my shins and my romantic pink maxi dress hanging wayside like I wore it on the wrong night
The wrong boy
The wrong time

Writing poetry at the bar setting
Swiveling in my chair anxiously
I don’t even know what a daiquiri is or what it is supposed to be
But I wonder how many it will take for me to convince myself that you’re not mean – you’re just a bad boy
And I’m a girl that likes bad boys
Always drawn to the drama and bruises
Waiting to see if you’re composed of that
But your conversation is flat
And I’m sitting and wishing I had said yes to the good guy

The right boy
The right time

Can’t always predict that right
Can’t always promise a good night
One day things will be alright

I can no longer take these risks

Draw me like I’m your only girl
Make me the prettiest I can be
A cold-hearted leech on fire
A black-and-gold bee

You’re yelling at me
I can’t hear you through headphones
You bring me close
Send butterflies down my bones

In bed for hours
We spit at the sun
You lie and tell me
I’m your only one

Your secrets are futile
I’ve no wish to escape
I’d rather spend tv nights
Curled up in your dark embrace

The end won’t be nice
We’ll break and we’ll fall
But for now in these times
It’s to you I’ll safely crawl

Your dark embrace
No wish to escape