Seeing you, I taste salt.
Hearing you, I taste salt.
Touching you, I taste salt.
Before, it was sugar and honey and lemon.
The taste of a cold night warmed by beer and fire.
The taste of sand and sea and laughter.
The taste of fresh avocado and sunshine.
Now I taste salt.
Tears fill my mouth and lungs.
I want to scream but all I can do is taste the salt.
I swallowed the stars
But, like stones, they dragged me down
Further into the Night
- Self Medicate 21.09.21
Courted wisps of life's way, Symbolic trinity in lovers. Tasted the other's wiles, With blades for covers.
Hisses and rasping ills, Sour words once sweet. The triad trying to tether, Between such wool sheets.
Their strings loom in cinch, A noose from threadbare. Sown at weathered frail, By an emptied despair.
Who would not want it, What was given to have. You visualize the thought, But ties can't bind me clad.
I just want someone to love me the way I love others, is it too much to ask?
til death do us part
shouldn’t just mean the physical type…
too many others happen before then