Poems of Flesh and Blood

Moth To A Flame That Ticks To The Clock

I watch your lips missing the way we kissed. Our texts feel hollow because I threw up the pill I didn't want to swallow. I feel the weight lifted as I snip snip each piece of hair on my head. I'm soaring through the dread. My mind dreaming about being in your bed. I feel your hands on my hips when you pull me into you on that park ledge. Run my fingers through your hair without a single care. Tingles of your rough callouses linger on my skin while I shiver. Longing for your bitten nails to claw at my heart like before. My biggest fear is you left cause you got bored. Please let me breathe in your scent once more for it fills me with the sense of home. I crave of your taste every single day. I mark X on the calendar and watch it cover it to the brim. My eyes trail on your coattails hoping that you'll tur around. Just like a stone skipping on water, the way we got here is a total blur. May God give me the power to place my finger on the clock hand and rewind just about a million times.

 The fire in me has reached the end of its wick. Each of my senses that was aflame slowly gets dimmer with each passing second that brings it to a simmer. I extinguish the fire that brought me to life for thee wanted to leave my side according to his wish. However, I was wrong. That day, I became your MJ. Broke the air between us with a slice of a knife. My heart knocking on the door of yours. Will you hear it? The sound of it pounding like a madman. Screaming your name until it was my last breath when it'll never beat again. Right then is when I decided that I'll curse out anyone who'll play the game. Killing every player in my mind for I'm not willing to waste my time. You're the person I can't stop seeing. The person who won't stop creeping into the night. The person that stole my heart without a fight. Who would have thought that the moth knew about the plot? Knew about the heat it would bring. A moth to a flame. Never again did she think that the smell of defeat would taste so sweet. 

As I taste your lips, the feeling of amiss becomes one of bliss. Promise me it isn't over or I won't be sober for no longer. The seconds turn into hours when I feel your breath on my upper lip. Closure isn't what I seek but to be near your seat. Catching a glance any chance I get. I'm left wondering if I turned on the light switch. I don't know what's right or wrong when I'm stuck in the gray. I'll give up everything but  how can I? When I have nothing to give. Every gallon. Every ounce. Every drip. Every atom in  my being fighting to stay alive. 

Instead, I gave in to the way you smile at me. The cracks and corners of my life are filled with you settling in until they're permanent.  I'll forever be yours just like you are mine at least once in this lifetime. I'll love you till the day death takes me by a single whisk of his scythe. I open my arms wide and oh what a sight. I laugh at my fate at a shock of where it took me. Restless when I can't dream of you being with me. Now, I don't need to dream when you hold my hand beside me.