a cool tiled chill
across bare bottomed feet
arms outstretched, fingers ladled to the sky
blue fingertips and a frozen breath
a simple hip twitch and her skin raises
and shes on
clouds from her mouth
theyre telling you everything
the most honest she can be
standing here, frozen in her skin
and skin alone
a fired stare and thats all she is
all she can be
a weak wobbled ankle
and all balance is lost
simple perfect grace
on ice
and shattered
so love her while shes down
when all she can offer are blue lipped curses
numbing embraces given from the floor
a slip and a slide and its hard to balance
but then theres solace
and then theres you
and its all the same anyway
and you hold such a crystalized girl
who chatters a rhythm despite conversation
to make up for something shes lost
to hide the fact that shes naked here
again
a comment with intent to distract
turns into a pause like no other
when mouths meet to tangle
little pink knots of tongues and lips
she didnt need to say a thing
and suddenly shes sweaters
and fall
and leaves
and you
and me
and so, so right.
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life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
across bare bottomed feet
arms outstretched, fingers ladled to the sky
blue fingertips and a frozen breath
a simple hip twitch and her skin raises
and shes on
clouds from her mouth
theyre telling you everything
the most honest she can be
standing here, frozen in her skin
and skin alone
a fired stare and thats all she is
all she can be
a weak wobbled ankle
and all balance is lost
simple perfect grace
on ice
and shattered
so love her while shes down
when all she can offer are blue lipped curses
numbing embraces given from the floor
a slip and a slide and its hard to balance
but then theres solace
and then theres you
and its all the same anyway
and you hold such a crystalized girl
who chatters a rhythm despite conversation
to make up for something shes lost
to hide the fact that shes naked here
again
a comment with intent to distract
turns into a pause like no other
when mouths meet to tangle
little pink knots of tongues and lips
she didnt need to say a thing
and suddenly shes sweaters
and fall
and leaves
and you
and me
and so, so right.
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life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
