You’re a puzzle. I’m trying to put together pieces but you’re keeping one and it’s a secret. It’s the missing piece and I’m lost. Somewhere down a beaten path and I’m far off the charts. Columbus doesn’t know I exist and quite frankly neither do you.
You’re definitely too busy buried in your savage lies and hopes, being crushed like the ice cubes you use in your drinks, you sip in your cup on those hot summer mornings when the beads of condensation and other forms of precipitation, (you know those ones you learned sometime back in grade school? That have all flown out the window?) are flowing in patterns of miscible forms down your cup. You wipe them away with fingers made from bones and dust and the organ called skin that lets you live. I let you live. Don’t fail me or I’ll fail you. (You know those ones you earned sometime back in grade school?)
And the buttons on your jacket scream, “grab me! Rip me and tear me to pieces,” And I’m thinking if only I could have you. But instead I smile – and show you those teeth that are stained in dripping chocolate colored coffees because it’s something to keep my mouth occupied, but it’s more than that. It’s cool. It passes the time. It keeps me awake and avoiding those day dreams I don’t want to have. The ones of when your buttons are screaming repetitive lies that make me want you more. But you are ignoring them.
Your eyes are glazed in thoughts of catching the worm on the line hooked with loads of bait. I see it but I contain myself. I have that fortitude and I use it to my power. I use it to my advantage and instead I shake my head in disappointment. God forbid that you notice though, you’re too busy grinning. You say you don’t want money, you want change. Change in the world or something but you’re popping off bottle caps and drinking it up, drinking life up.
And the star that you are that has the points written across it, shining in sparks of energy and warmth and then you die like they do. Form into the black hole of a heart that you have. Fire crackers, rockets and robots spread across the planet and the sky above the seven seas. Whisper in my ear, “sweet heart,” And babe, give me a diabetic shock.
Author notes
Just about a boy.
I'm not really sure about.
x--butterflykisses
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"“sweet heart,” And babe, give me a diabetic shock. "
Mhm.
I think that this is one of my favorite lines from this piece.
It's great.
"drinking life up. "
That's another one <33
Love it!
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thanks, so much.
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" You’re a puzzle. I’m trying to put together pieces but you’re keeping one and it’s a secret. It’s the missing piece and I’m lost. Somewhere down a beaten path and I’m far off the charts. Columbus doesn’t know I exist and quite frankly neither do you. You’re definitely too busy buried in your savage lies and hopes, being crushed like the ice cubes you use in your drinks, you sip in your cup on those hot summer mornings when the beads of condensation and other forms of precipitation, (you know those ones you learned sometime back in grade school?"
Whoa I loved this!!
If you don't place I'll be surprised haha.
Just one tip; I think spacing out your piece would help it out alot, just so that on first glance, it looks more organized and less to read (it actually isn't a whole lot; just sometimes it can look somewhat overwhelming when you first check it out). Overall you did great!! Good luck in the contest♥
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Yeah, I was thinking about spacing.
I sort of forgot. Ahah.
Thanks so much for your comment though. It meant a lot! <3
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