Red crashing tides pouring out of my mouth (ten)
with made up minds and lashing tears
In turmoiled waves and hollowed cries
for the realization that (nine)
love is not bubbly champagne and heels falling over heads and heartbreakheartbreakheartbreak is not your velvet covered lies or daggers piercing my heart or the way you said my name so softly that i almost cried and (eight)
two sides of the same six sided dice where none of the numbers match
and suddenly the deep ocean is closer to any heaven i’ll ever reach and the pressure builds
seaweed a more attentive lover than you ever were (seven)
the current drags me down down down filling the void in my lungs (six)
my heartbeat my only company moving so fast as the world blurs blurs blurs (five)
built up pressure and numbed eyes and substituting love for life blood as if they were one and the same
with no sense that everything’s moving fast like the folds in space time
pulling and crushing and stretching me thin
the pressure builds burning the skin on my fingers
phantom shards of your broken touch (four)
mangled skin of my invisible tears
the pressure builds salt scraping my throat
sulfurous acid rains on venus more comforting than the realization that love isn’t candy bubble hearts and heartbreak isn’t something i can parry or riposte to protect a over-ripened plum of a bruised beating heart squished in the palms of your hands (three)
juice flowing down your arms shedding my blood my tears my heartacheheartacheheartache
salinization of soil a fossil record of my life my pain
a crescendo of static building in my ears (two)
not a sweet or lyrical cantabile nor songbird cadence but a disjointed staccato waiting for the scale to tip
building pressure cyclical like the ebs and flows of the revolving tide
i always thought every story needed a beginning but ours only truly started with the bitter end