More Than Meets The Eye
February 10, 2017
Their interactions filled me with envy
The way her tiny hands fit in his
Her warm golden brown
So delicate
Intertwined with his calloused, porcelain branches
But they weren’t a good couple.
No.
She guided his big puppet arms with her strings made of delicate words
Her arm filling the space where a back bone once was
The very kisses he craved sucked the life out of him and left bruises on his neck
Leaving black and blue marks as if showing the way her fingers strangled his will
He asks “am I my girlfriends keeper?” When someone asks where she is
because he would rather not know
His loneliness overtakes him
but he’s spent too long swallowing it down that he just becomes numb from the ache
Her words
Nauseatingly sweet
Seep into his every pour
Intoxicating him with her charm and deceits
