Head Over Heels

The love you gave me was too much to stomach almost like swallowing whole buckets of thumbtacks Your love becoming like a broken well empty wishes that drifted away clinging to the slightest bit of hope that still existed watching my ambition flail in a burning forest of circumstance turning to the the enticing voice of temporary escape allowing myself to get lost in the sweet symphony of denial while those sweet sweet kisses lingered on my lips like a stuttering apology excuses pasted to the smooth underside of your convincing tongue The oak like walls of my heart still remember your hurricane like white tattoos traced on my skin visible enough for only me to know you were here but delicate enough for me to wonder if you existed