Watermelon, Sugar, lows

I’ve been through some sugared lips

Those that only shout “all in” for my hips

turned Watermelon into Water-lemons

My tears froze like frostyflakes, my heart at stake

I thought I found a soul-mate, not an emty crate of translucent grace

I spit fire from time to time because I was born under concrete tiles

but my heart never faked a smile

shock, friction, other sources of ignition never altered my salvation

Never broke those bones, those sticks and stones

It makes me wonder how you justify all that bane?

.. From a rose that grew through concrete and pain – loveeeiriny

4am at memory lane

This oozing breeze that I bred, I can’t quite lay myself to rest

heated, is the name of the convo between me myself and I

making me walk this lane, so late at night

I`m growning how inconsiderate?

cause my bed is made and I’m ready to lay in it

And my oh my, I could tell my mind was ready to move to the next mistake

yet here I am, oh hi Ted

you knew too well, nothing good ever happens after 2am

I wish memory lane was merely a pathway, the street to a shed or the highway

lane is a dungeon at the back of my head and ain’t no chance to hide away

Although I wonder

Be it my fondness for penpals or to what do I owe this itch to write you my heart ponder?

With no further delay, forgive my inner melee

I feel it is to you I seek to turn to today

And as though the imaginary pen tween my fist has put a spell on replay

“wingardium leviosa” classic potterian token .. *cough*

I would for once like to be brutaly plain-spoken

unaware of my powers I dived into a pool of naivity

It slowly revealed to me with a wink of an eye that I might need to pay in perpetuity

For if that’s settling, that was by no means close to my intentionality

Maybe Lover, all I disclaim is that you’ve enriched a great portion of my innermost integrity

Beyond knowance You’ve reinforced the self that I once lost in all haste to catapult a romance

you’ve opened my inner chakra, so on behalf of me myself and my inner trauma’s

These rambles are your’s to scramble through …

4am me loves you psssch!

I’D RATHER BE..

I TAKE DELIGHT IN BEING OBLIVIOUS.

SOCIAL SUBTERFUGE, THESE BLOODSUCKING VILLAINS

I’M A WALKING AMBIGUITY, RUNNING FROM ALL BIAS AMIDST

I FIND COMFORT IN BEING ABSTEMIOUS BUT THEY ALWAYS COME WITH THE “TEA”

BANTA, VENOM

I’M IN MY HIDEAWAY

I KNOW IT CASTS AWAY THE LIGHT BUT TO DISREGARD THE CROWD, I MUST

TO REINFORCES THE VISIONARY LINKS, I WILL

IF YOU DISENTANGLE MY WORDS, IT’S NOT THE CROWD, IT’S THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD

NO LONGER WILL I TOLLERATE THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD, I’M DONE.

@loveeiriny