AutumnF

Ugly cry blackout

Insensate plumes of gray

In desolate spaces

No more reveling

In the rouge

Even the rug

Feels cold

Beneath barren shoulders.

Ugly cry blackout

Flowers on her birthday

Silly sullen face of worry

Her detest and slow descent

Marriage to her self destruction

No hand of hers

Withered and pale 

Could accept

Anything but flowers

In the morning

The sun

Yearns for my waking eyes

The breeze is as mellow as my breath

That appears on the window

As if to greet me

In the morning

With a reminder

That i am alive

if i died last year.

laying comatose on the floor of an empty mind

i am rotting at the seams

if i scream it’ll echo

i am no longer here

not completely present

i just look up and count the stars at the top of my skull

all day we held eachother like vines on a brick wall

intertwined 

there was a mutual feeling of longing and lust and comfort that didn’t need explaining

at times my chest felt tight and my eyes were sore