coffeewhiskey

I'm resigning myself to her, I have figured some boys aren't meant to get over some girls, some stories are too beautiful to ever die, some tragedies sit in books for centuries being read and read and just wait to be put to rest and we are just another tragedy, waiting to be put down. So i'll listen to stars and meet girls that will bore me, mostly I'm still in love with you. write poetry when I look at pictures of you, the poster child for emo's everywhere and I don't even want to. I used to be proud of my amazing memory now i swear it. And some girls, this girl just stops me like commas, oh goodness I'm drunk.

the curse of commas
the way you stop me,
in midst of a sentence,
and we're one we are yet to finish
I'll wander down
these stepping stones of syllables,
falling, clumsily
meet you at your nimble legs,
with my careful lips,
swallowing two toned moans
I'd do anything to keep you from speaking down
waiting up for fervent pleas
talk up to me, when you find your peace
there's an ownership in mine, in mind
the annunciation apostrophes make
as if to say, you're my own true love
kiss me with out ending
rest your hand upon your belly
the softest poetry chases your tears
look in the mirror and I'm still here
when your sleeping tonguing my lips
when your so excited you can not finish
your petal skin, your empty day
and the things you used to say to yourself
as you find your car in the parking lot is lost
wait for that pause, cover your lips
drop your keys, make up words
stutter when the sun goes down on the moon
this is our eclipse, love
lick your lips and pretend
you still remember what I taste like
like I do when, from time to time
I forget.