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Your lips that I want to kiss,
I crave that taste of toxic bliss. At twilight, our mouths would dance and mingle, But now, I...may be less-than single. Half of a heart beginning to ooze mustard gas; I'm what's left of the spinning hourglass. Shattered - broken to pieces, Only to be put together again. I can see an image, but it's cracked; Pieces gone with the other men. Although, in my path of purgation, I saw what led me towards damnation. It's a phantom lingering from the past. It corroded my mind so fast. Your loss of interest should not have gotten to me, But this phantom kept whispering, "He's all love would ever be." I thought this was something I put to rest, Turns out I was still a part of that old devil's test. Near the end of twilight, the stars still lit up a path, Caressing and cleansing me from this mental bloodbath. For now, the phantom is silenced by my angels of hope, Lifting me towards serendipity, as I've fallen from Love's tightrope.
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Today is the day -
The anniversary; The day I accepted That you cheated on me. A year ago you wouldn't even talk to me; You didn't want to be around me. But, let's jump to last night - I get a text from you telling me to come over. You haunt me at such inconvenient times. This isn't the first time you tried to creep back into my life. I already know the game you're playing. I gave you so many chances; You fucking blew it. I'm glad you lust for me now; Stay missing me. I'll be glad to be your missed opportunity. I don't regret meeting you. I'm actually thankful that we crossed paths. Yeah - You cheated on me, Made me do your homework, Had me bathe you, get your clothes, Cook for you, clean for you, Drive you everywhere; Should I continue reading this receipt? I don't regret meeting you Because I became stronger being with you. |
AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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