malachite.your spine in the moonlight,malachite. by nighttimebeautiful
all bent up and creased.
i line my finger tip with your vertebrae
and you squirm away.
the mountains wouldn’t impress you,
neither the bottom of the sea.
so nor will my finger tips
setting your spine free.
your eyes are green,
but they fill me with
gemstones and coal dust.
relation.in the war days, myrelation. by nighttimebeautiful
great grandfather had three heart
attacks, and you think
your heart is broken?
please, give trust another try,
because your words are
no, you haven't.have you ever seen me cry?no, you haven't. by nighttimebeautiful
the way my mind falls to pieces,
and nothing makes sense.
(when i think chocolate ice-cream
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
is a real good idea)
have you seen me laugh, truly?
when i forget to breathe,
and i need you for support
(when i get makeup all over
my face, and can't tell whats
have you seen my flaws?
the way my cheeks are pink,
and the way my knee locks
when i run.
(when i look at myself,
and you have to hold me close,
or else i fall apart)
have you heard me sing?
in the morning to metal,
or the strange sounds i make
to russian techno in the afternoon
(when i can't see right, and i am
led to believe that my voice is
have you seen my heart murmur?
The way it screams when you speak to
me, and how your scent now makes
me turn red with displeasure.
(when you leave me for cold, and
i can't move from inside my
mind, and when i refuse to breathe;
just to prove my point to you.)