The Last Petal

I’d love to see how you are with her

I’d love to see how you walk

If you peek out the corners of your eyes at her

When she’s rambling on

I’d love to hear how you laugh with her

Cause if it’s the same way you do with me

I’m sorry

I don’t love you anymore

Just now

I’ve set you free

But if I know what you’re telling me I know and

You’re you with me

And him with her

I’ll do what your eyes tell me to do and

I’ll wait

Right here

Cause I’m not holding on to empty words

My love

What they say is true

Actions speak louder and you’ve said it 1,000 times

I love you, too

Nature vs Nurture

Have you ever thought about the psychology behind feeding a baby for the first time?

You fly the spoon like an airplane

To distract them.

So they forget it's something they don't want

By the time it crashes into their face.

That's how you fed your lies to me

Careful to blow on the spoon,

So I wouldn't notice the burn.

Enthusiastic with your delivery

You have to be some sort of sociopath,

Because even your eyes believe your stories.

Spinning me round in circles

Head always in the clouds

Until down was up and right was left and everything you said was true.

And just like all the babies

At first I made a face

Spat it out

But eventually I ate your shit

Knowing I didn't like it

Knowing it was coming straight out of your ass.

I began not to mind the taste?

Forgot what bothered me about it in the first place.

God forbid I even liked it.

And now I sit here

Tracing back every innate thing about me

Running my hands over my body

Finding my answer on my side

In the first tattoo I ever got

Which reads

“For You Are A Product Of Your Past

Not A Prisoner”

Easy

I still remember the day you left me

I leaned in to kiss you

With the door propped open

You were mid-step

Out of my life.

I read somewhere that people subconsciously

point their toes at what they want.

And for some reason my most vivid memory on that morning

Is looking down at yours.

They were pointed at the exit

Your body half turned

You grabbed your heart

That I sewn back together with a broken rib bone

And silk from my veins

And tucked it safely in your pocket.

In New York you greet people with a kiss

You say goodbye with a kiss

We always kissed

On the lips

Like lovers do

But this time

You didn’t kiss me back

You kissed the air

Like it did anything to deserve your love.

And my lips

Reaching for yours

Finding themselves on your cheek

Desperately hoping that

Mine are soft enough

Eloquent enough

Quiet enough

To make you stay.

But I watched you go

Until there was no light between the crack in the door

And you never looked back

Not even once