11/16

eye candy on their hips, an accessory on a belt, pretty face minimized to her clear skin. my heart clenches at what my intoxicated mind tells my already intoxicated tongue. spitting verses i’ve heard before, it’s happening again. I pour substances called love, encased in my hands and eyes. I can’t seem to stop. they tell me to give them more, so I do. flooded in bliss I watch them float to the light while I find myself drowning. my arms flailing. i’m latching myself onto these walls but I can’t seem to grasp the walls, where are my walls? they bark in my face and I watch. why doesn’t my heart stop giving, my ears stop listening, my eyes stop wandering. we accept the love we think we deserve. my cup will never be filled while I overflow theirs. brimming at the surface while mine has a droplet on a good day.