poetry + love + life, inspired by stories of both bruised & inspirational romance of all kinds. fueled by coffee.
Traffic danced inbetween my finger tips,
Skating,
Seething,
The substance soaked my heart.
I was numb when your arms crashed around me,
Falling,
Burning,
You took me home safely.
More than just a guardian in disguise,
Inhale,
Exhale,
All thanks to your love.
Why does her hand cut open mine?
A tandem of lovers that form a line
Bent in half I whine
How does one fix what’s broken.
Why does her hand cut open mine?
A tandem of lovers that form a line
Bent hands hold a rusted token
How does one fix what’s broken.
Why does her hand cut open mine?
A pair of lips that should never have spoken
Bent hands hold a rusted token
How does one fix what’s broken.
Why did she hold my gun that’s smokin?
A pair of lips that should never have spoken
Bent hands hold a rusted token
How does one fix what’s broken.
Who will hear the screams of the gentle
lovers and duelers.
When all the blood that seeps through the large wound,
was caused by the same knife we licked.
blue legs lead me
as i travel towards her.
Entrenched by the
habits of my own mind.
How shall i speak
when my heart begins to fade.
Fear not my sister,
My brother.
Fellow users of the splendour will dissapear
As my family extends into the sea and forest,
And ill continue to cry out for them.
Changing form like the beat she posses,
quick,
intense,
electrical fluctuations from cool to commanded
for she flicks that switch.
As she shudders with nervous breaths,
startled,
admired,
her hands strangle my neck
as my heart desires.
I gave up books because
I fell into a story of my own.
Love is found in real life
And my romantic heart can vouch for this.
We have to shake together. Move the world around. Escape.
i wouldn’t blame you even if the cravings lied,
but how could you move the world,
when all your power was caught up in your image.
i wouldn’t blame you if you had told me the truth,
but how could you leave that morning,
when all your power was trapped inside that one room.
i wouldn’t blame you if the lonely drives weren’t reminiscent,
but how could you abandon my weak frame,
when all your power was the only reason i had a constant heartbeat.
don’t leave again.
is this new for you,
it shakes away your trust.
divulged into a thick gloom,
i didn’t see that you were my gateway
a hopeless poe called mitch 