I have a list of songs
that I will sing for you
like a bird in a cage
on the sticky stage
of an old, run-down pub
in those low lights
and with smoke covering my eyes
but i will know
the way you sit at your wooden table
sipping on your whiskey
and probably wondering
why my name sounds oh-so familiar
because my face you won't recognize,
my soul has changed paths
are you surprised?
I have crossed with many lovers
had men spill their guts around my knuckles
had women melt like chocolate on the tip of my tongue
yet yes, it hurts
the way i carry the thought of you
around my neck like precious pearls
while you only have traces left
of me, an outdated outline
on the insides of your eyelids
you don't even know my voice, do you?
YOU ARE READING
THE WAY SHE SHOWS HER TEETH
Poetrywhen she is on top of me. this one is for her. you took so much from me, take this too.
