one you could hardly stand
I watched you fight wars of past years
wars unfinished by your grandfather
all that just to turn your head
and try not to kiss me goodnight
I watched you pry your bloody body off of the pavement of a rioted street
in an impossible feat to win against any authority
you turned your head breaking all of your vertebrae
snapping your neck in the opposite direction of my lips
pulling the magnestism of the moon,
thinning the crust, and making it an oblong elipse
rather than a perfect circle
I disrupted your orbit as you tried not to kiss me
The whole walk home was a hundred mile an hour windstorm, but only on your side of the sidewalk.
You swayed and uprooted and flooded and fell
and in the epicenter of that natural disaster,
you held an upbrella for me, so that a drop would not touch my skin.
my skin.
my skin.
my skin.
You didn't kiss it, and that hurt you.
The pain in your eyes were that of a famished family.
whose water was polluted by the industry
an industry out to destroy you
a burning, yellow and blue pain
a blinding visibility straight into the most honest feeling ever felt by man.
each one of my wispy blonde hairs was a stab right into you
wherever it hurts most
... to be continued
listening to: the good life
