lol I love this

Two paths diverged in a concrete road;

The one I chose just happened to lead

to rings of rubber and stacks of green

Presidents. I walk and leave no evidence.

Lady of the Night.

Was that funny to you? When you dug through

the soil at the exact same site where it’d been

dug through before? When the earth

dug back, squeezing into the cracks

of underneath your nail beds? Did you have a laugh

when drops of rain splashed onto your nose

just as you scratched the surface of my casket?

Alas, I was found. Lightning struck, thunder crashed.

And you, prideful you, continued to thrash

at the beautiful hardwood until you cast

your wicked eyes at the site of me, lying there

so peacefully. But you couldn’t let me rest in peace.

You got in there and cuddled my corpse, the clouds

still sprinkling upon us. You admired how when

the drops touched my skin and seeped underneath

the sand on my cheeks, my pigment crept in,

waxy and pale, but you kissed anyway. You kissed

my cold, crusted lips in the midst of the storm;

put your hand to my breasts, as if hoping to warm

me up just enough to maybe get a heartbeat.

Silent beats, but you missed them. Happened

right before the sun came out of hiding, the rain

let up, and the last thunder rumbled. You gazed up at

the new day while specks of dirt crumbled down

into my casket. One landed right on my collarbone

as you pressed your palm into my rib so you could prop

yourself up, up to climb out of my now soggy grave.

You left to enjoy such a beautiful day;

and with each of your steps, my beats simmered away

for the last time.

What happens when it’s true. Bones and all.

I admired those girls who shook and swirled,

who gave me a smile, the crowd a twirl.

They’re a bunch of Jacks as they climb to the top.

High, up high on their silver beanstalks

that their thighs wrap around. And then they come down,

hoping to find golden eggs on the ground.

“Cat” saw no gold from one giant. Fee fi fo fum.

Crossed her hands over her chest. I liked that one

‘cause she didn’t sell her cow for cheap;

Presenting its features to between his crow’s feet.

The giant gave in, went and threw her a slice.

“Cat” killed him anyway. His gift wouldn’t suffice.

Did you see what I did?

Did you hear what I said?

I could’ve exposed you

And been selfish instead.

-

As much as I love you,

I held my tongue

With hopes that you’ll still

choose me in the long run.

-

That’s what makes me crazy:

You never say goodbye.

So I’m left to assume

That it’s never goodbye.

He has a great mind.

I told him that once

When I was drunk.

I used to tell him things

When I was sober.

I think that’s why I fell in love.

If I was a smoker, I’d be smoking a cigarette.

Your lips to mine—but not those on my face.

Never those on my face. I don’t care.

Gray hoodie beneath my back; the moans that I make

are not moans, but curse words to disguise the blank stare

that I want to hold. ‘Cause besides the cold air

there is no kind of sense that we both can share.

Atop this wooden table in the park, I’m lying in your glare

while you stand before my empty canvas, under the slides where

you’re the first to stain my work of art to be,

with your paintbrush dipped in black.

I only kiss you while bowing down on my knees.

Not your mouth, of course. Never that.

Your mark, however, doesn’t feel brand new.

It’s kind of, almost, as if

you could scratch through this canvas and take in the view

of various colors with fading tints.

But they’ll never fade. Just will always be fading.

Your black mark is nothing diverse.

Not even as you pierce me, your ink penetrating;

in time, it will be immersed

anyway.

I will be boarding a plane to Las Vegas ^_^

<3

wallawalla-bingbang:

Thanks to John Green for the quote that defines my life.

Everyday, I pass restaurant tables set up outside

For enjoying eating outside on sunny spring days.

I’ve never noticed how pointless conversation

Seems to sound or how cheap smiles seem to look

Until hearing and seeing them now, standing outside the circles of people.

I cringe at their laughter because what’s so funny?

And what’s so great about eating outside?

There are flies outside that you have to swat away

And pray you don’t miss one that could be crawling on your taco

While you’re giggling with acquaintances outside.

The wind could blow your napkins to the ground

While you’re turned around for just a second to say “hey”

To someone you barely ever speak to but you say “hey” anyway

Because you are eating outside on a sunny spring day.