All of this shit gets heavy.
I could fill up the back of a chevy.
I could use a pick up,
a lift up.
All of this shit gets heavy.
It could overflow a levee.
I could use a hand,
in the flooding.
I thought it was real,
and it wasn’t.
–S.
All of this shit gets heavy.
I could fill up the back of a chevy.
I could use a pick up,
a lift up.
All of this shit gets heavy.
It could overflow a levee.
I could use a hand,
in the flooding.
I thought it was real,
and it wasn’t.
–S.
Okay,
I’m leaving.
I guess it just wasn’t our season.
Wrong person.
Wrong time.
I drown myself in an ocean of reasons.
–S.
When love arrived:
Flowers grew in my heart.
Butterflies grew between my hips.
Diamonds floated in the ocean in my stomach.
A tree grew from my spine.
I never knew what it was like to feel a love, all mine.
Birds sang in my ears.
The aroma of roses permeated through my nostrils.
Bees left honey on my lips.
Sugar, sweet like your kiss.
When love left:
I slept with vultures in my bed,
I was the animal they circled thinking it was dead.
Butterflies turned into moths at my feet.
Bitter tastes replaced all of the sweet.
The flowers in my heart shriveled up and died.
The bees flew away.
The tree from my spine uprooted itself and fell.
I felt the pain mark its way down to every vertebrae.
The birds singing into my ears drowned with me in the ocean of emotions residing in my stomach.
They buried me six feet under,
Using my screams to replace the sounds of the thunder.
–S.