maraschino soused girl
with your resurrected
noir film
hollywood actress eyes
tornado wind thesis
lavender filled mind;
your location, the south of france
wherever you may be—and your greek-amazomian hybrid phenomenon (.....)
oh, how you dizzy and dazzle the crowd.
ripple
and prance in the mind of others at first glance.
paint the sky red,
strip the earth of all it's green till it's nothing but molten lava, and ashed corpse beneath your feet.
you angelic bitch,
who masochistically so
raps her halo around her neck like noose
suffocates herself in all the seems good.
you are every poets wet dream
drowning them in your perpetual cycle of almost immortal mortality
so chaotic, you are
yet so fucking mesmerizing
you are crystal house
burning down into glitzy, addictive cocaine
your existence and your diminish an addictive vise to all things broken, melancholic and near insane.
(HUMBLE THYSELF IN ALL THAT SEEMS GOOD)
this is for my best friend cs she truly is every poets wet dream also what a nice way to make my come back lol ANYWAYS HI MISSED U ALL <333
YOU ARE READING
i really wanna scream
Poetryand so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)
