So stitch me up and make me believe it was real
Crushed impossibly, I've never felt better
Just to live a love that wasn't mine
I gotta wash this off
Just the twist of two tongues was the deal
But everything is nothing to a hook-up
You had fun to lose
I had to keep the hole in my chest from expanding
She said “We would look good together”
Her “would” remained stillborn
Fool, you’re not a settler
Or a choppy sea tamer
Just an unloved thing
An unloved thing
We almost look real, we almost look alive
Posed like dancers, tongues twisting
Keeping bleached bones above my bed
Makes you lick your teeth and ask for a teaspoon
Flush crossbow lips aimed at me
We could find our way in the dark
We could tease Cupid into an earnest laugh
Leaving room for bones
But still, end the riot in our hearts
Beautiful post.
But I must say: pictures, or the twisting didn't happen.... :-)