cocktails under the bridge

[Cat Again]

her mouth is like the
taste of wine,a
bittersweet
which makes me cringe and spit it out.

i touch her,
my hands left burnt.
i grabbed a coal and
held it tite

afraid to drop it.
because im sure
that im not sure
of the scar its left behind.

i listen
closely and hear a
banshee scream,
my ears now bleed.

And all i smell
is regurgiated
roses
thats so (un)pleasant i fall to my knees

i laugh with tears
and lack bifocals
that'd make me see her
essence.

i lack the courage
to say
goodbye.
Good bye, i'll say when i

gain the confidence to
walk blindly.

---aliks

 

[cherub]

amazing written, very fond of the relations of life and life, if that makes any sense of all.

 

[dr. greenthumb]

very nice, but this could also do with some spell-check

-cyto

 

[Cat Again]

thank you for your praise, i am in no way a poet but appreciate your acknowledgement of the existence of my thoghts and emotions toward them. thank you

 

[Cat Again]

oh, and cherub, thank you for understanding exactly what i was trying to get across. my relationship with life, and it being the way it is there still exists a fear leaving it behind. thank u once again