everything i write sounds ugly
when i read it out loud,
to try and drown out
the sounds of the five foot
waves coming at me.
everything i write is jagged,
because i don’t know how else,
to tell our tale.
everytime i read out these words,
they cut through skin and bone;
they make me bleed violet blood,
fuel for love.
you blue eyes tainted my red being;
i burn too bright now
i wasn’t meant to be kerosene.
everything i write sounds ugly
when i read it out loud,
(and i read it out too loud,
too often).
i bury my head in clouds
to hide from chaos i create
when i fall in and out of love,
burning my way through
ghost towns and bright city lights.
(chasing demons
that look like you).
eyes and voices fade away,
till i’m floating through black
and there’s nothing to stop me
from crashing into emptiness
(emptiness that spells out your name).
everything i write is us, woven
between tales of beauty and disaster,
with sandcastles for palaces,
the moon and the stars for eternity.
every word that
spills from my pen is
our love bathed in doom.
everything i write
sounds ugly when i
read it out loud;
every page paints you and
me. everything is a
age old tale that forbids love,
because everything ends with us,
broken and corrupt,
like lungs that love cigarette smoke
(i love cigarette smoke).
in search of venus 