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Lollipop Therapy


 

Tell me about the day when you were all dressed in white

       And the champagne glass burst in my hand

   And my tears rained down on your pastel bouquet

As a fiery whisper threw stones at my heart

       How could you do something like this

Your smile stabs me once in each lung

       But the funny thing is these tears could hydrate me 

                    If you were crying too

I would lap them up like wine, roll around the spaghetti canvas 

Throw my blood at the walls, 

       My head filled with in the cream & starlight

Because when I looked out the window across the city lights 

                       And the glowing cross

I’d know you were somewhere writing for me too

In a dream we were both chained to a ventilator in an outlaw’s grave

         Separated by a howling river   and the world’s fiery scorn

But when I open my eyes I’m completely naked

I’ve torn off my dress and I’m flailing through

                The mud, babbling at your jeweled toes

And then when your irises shoot daggers at my throat

I can pretend that I hate you

But I don’t, I’m just sad

Because the stones have piled  

Up on my wings 

And they’re crushing by bones 

                                           Crushing my lungs

                                                                   Crushing my heart

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