lament

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Everything I write is about him for gods sake.
This isn't even good, yell at me when I'm sober.

Submitted: October 22, 2016

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You open like a flower in spring. You shine like the stars in my sky and when you talk, my god I can hear the waves crashing. You taste like stale coffee and rainwater and I don’t know how to unlearn that. You're like a force of nature and I don't mind being devoured by you. Drown me, bury me. I don't care, but please, call me angel while you do it. Give my smile to you. Give every part of me up, hand it off on a silver platter. I don't need it. Give you my monday through to friday, and then give you my monday through to Sunday. Maybe one day give you all my days. Spend all my lifetimes wrapped up in you. You are my one home in all of time and space.

Anyway, whatever. It doesn't matter now. It's just that I would have moved heaven and earth for you. Remember that while you wear your crown, think of it while you sit on your throne. I would have given it all to you. For you. I would have drowned in you. I would have lived off of you. And that's the crux of it all, isn't it?

I want you so much more than you want me. Isn't that how the fairytale goes? What happens to the girls who get left behind by their prince? Tell me what to do and I'll make it right, I'll do anything.

Just come back.


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