Charming and serene,awakening, like an autumn morning,resting on my mind and minding your business inside of my eyelids.I am wrapped up in the summer rain,raised from the dead and dreaming of a happy ending.

I was an emotional fountain,and your throat was as dry as my sense of humour.Down you drank,dank nights made dreamy,dripping in the stars that I painted on to pained, pressured skies. You locked the door behind us,didn’t look at me for hours,tied my hands with your type and read his diaries aloud for days.He was…

The world was way too loud.I whispered my worst deeds to your waiting ears,slipping my secrets under the already exhausted rug in the hopes that you would be as overwhelmed by the bellowing Earth as I was, and wouldn’t hear.My luck was lost to the summer breeze,my dirt as clear as a bell,but your hand…

Pressed against the pale walls,praying for a fortunate fate for these lips of mine,pleased, pressed between the painted bricks and the pink jacket that adorned your arms,pressed, and pleased like a pretty poppy in a tasteless coffee table decoration. Just one kiss,one kiss would kill the last, lingering, languishing, lonely shred of my resistance.