d.c. sleeps alone tonight...
i haven't liked any of my poetry lately. it's not as creative as it used to be. it's all straight from my emotion. this one especially.
somehow, i always believed
every word you told me, as if
you presented truth on a silver
platter or a red velvet cushion.
and even when your silver
seemed to tarnish and your
velvet seemed to fade, i would
turn my head and look into
your promising irises and believe
you all over again. {but now i
can’t even remember the color
of your eyes.}
my overwhelming trust blinded
my sight and muffled the truth like
a drowning child in a murky pond.
until the day i was pulled out into the
cold and stabbed in the face by your
lies which you hid in the back of your
eyes. {your pupils obscured the lucidity
that i now seek.}
your two lives quickly burned a crimson
hole in one heart; now watch me melt.
i am holding on to the
swinging pendulum of
a swiftly ticking clock.
it takes all my strength just
to hold on, but I can’t seem
to lose your stare.
the highlight of my day was hanging out with steph and freddie at the forum and getting a free caramel high rise from caribou. the end.
xo♥xo