I never promised you a garden, you’ll just water me down.

by suicidallyanonymous

I thought my throat was marbles,
and velcro was the lining
holding my organs in place.
Because I am cotton socks;
black and brittle heels
scraped bloody
to the corks in my bones.

Every disease had a name
for the cure under my nails.
And the dead animal
caressing my spine
whimpered when I spoke
with laundered honesty.

Love is a lump
behind my ear,
swelling to push the spaghetti
in my skull
down to the pit
of my Cadillac heart.

It shines bright, here…
and I find myself breathing naivety
when I wear
a secondhand smile.

2 Comments to “I never promised you a garden, you’ll just water me down.”

  1. This is beyond beautiful. Written with passion. Passionately written. I love this.

  2. Lovely SuAn

    Please use the “read more” button.

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