They say (and examples have proven) that sex ruins friendships.
But what if I want the friendship ruined? Isn't it then exactly how I wanted it to be?
Isn't it perfect and NOT ruined (at least from my point of view)? Let me explain…
Words between us connected like electric charges
He finished my circuit that had been darkened
Watts aren't a strong enough measurement
so I called him my sun spot
And it was at that speed of light that
explosions were caused
The scenery between I and he consisted of
static electricity
and I was shocked when he pulled my plug
and dimmed our lights that are now likened to
a 40 watt bulb
Our steady glow has provided just enough light for show
but steadily, my eyes strain…I can no longer see why am here
especially when he's taking filament from me
to light someone else's way
which wouldn't be so bad…if he didn't share with me his exposures
from his dark room
He's painting pretty pictures for me in his cursed form of photography
and the shyt just make me negative
So before this tiny light goes completely out
I wanna use its heat to light my fire
to ignite in me the same thing I felt
when his sun rays first shone on me
I am not content
and am tired of acting as if I am
Is it so wrong to want to burn out this bulb
before I toss the lamp?
#juskeepinitreal
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