"MY LITTLE PIECE OF .COM"
Friday, March 21, 2025
You lost…
Pulled by the trigger attached to sized words. The squeeze released a decimal that pierced the ears that heard a fucked up sense of numb. A single breath can blow me into a distant life. As lips shape an o to form a wind tunnel that blew my mind. Wanting something other that d wasn’t that hard to decide after all. Taking one image to exchange a truth as we came to a halt. With a bang so silent it ricocheted off the memories it should’ve killed first. Bcuz alive isn’t a fantasy I wanted embedded behind my eyes s as I thought it was a kiss aimed at my worth. Puckering up you have a new meaning to freedom in my moment of disbelief. You made it hard as fuck for me to breathe. Your tongue didn’t even move as the gesture simply stated, be gone. I was somewhere I didn’t belong. As the heat from rising your lungs carried a harsh ease as I was blown away. And you did it so close as we were face to face. The stare captured the moment like a picture frozen in time. Disregarded as if the air I use to live was just too good for me. Do I go pffft bcuz you wanted me to leave? Shattering my dreams as your reality differed from words that back tracked through every mile. So fuckin what if I was trapped in your smile. As the nibble of the lips was just a bullet with my name etched into an eternity waiting for me to fall. Giving the emotions that followed to be the teachings of a friend gone wrong. Careless like the wind that chooses to be calm when no matter Evers what’s in its path. As gentle as the flow the impact can reek havoc with it a storm that faces the facts. Off to the next best thing to give you your war was the agenda from the start. But you failed to realize I had it in me at one time to luv someone straight from the heart. I listened just long enough to expect nothing less than to evolve. Sooner or later I’d find myself recovering as we dissolved. Like a breeze so pleasant that must end such a beautiful thing. Relationships are just extended flings. Using metaphors to relate to situation that come and go. So come hold your breath thinking I’ll ever be alone…
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