raspberries & sprite

Quiet down your capacity for love,

please.

It’s a beating reminder of

my incongruous mental state

the prospect of your distaste

the feeling of our fingers laced

the second best bed space

it was sweet in its frivolity

and the high from

acting how it pleased me

distracted from the

bitter aftertaste of insincerity.

perhaps jack & coke

is more appropriately penned

for an epic as anticlimactic

as ours.

I say over and over

till I’m blue in the wrist

I swear by

the lack of flowers

this will be the last I write.

Of lowered lids

and cheeky grins

of snarky jeers

and midnight fears

it was intoxicating

or I was inebriated

the empty contempt

held tight to your chest

let my head rest against

block out all the protests

you trace your fingers on my skin

I feel the poison sinking in

my humility got the best of me

and clinging tight to remaining dignity

convincing myself

that being around you

never made me dizzy

It was nice in theory.