Spewed
stopped in mid-kiss, tasting him still upon my lips.
He cupped my face in his hand and this is what he did demand;
He wanted to know what made me, me.
So with him still lingering on my tongue, I spewed to him what I had become.
I am a vortex of colors; red, blue and green, swirling and twirling, bending and contracting in the light. I am 943 broken promises that weigh me down like chains upon my wrist, I am two memorable mistakes that are plastered to my forehead, I am made up of warm blankets in the night, I am a metaphor that gave birth to the details in the blue tile that I walk across, I am a curl from my hair that bounds itself into a knot, I am chipped fingernail polish that you stare at, I am the phone call at 2 a.m., I am the chorus to your song, I am the broken bottle glass laid across the floor, I am the current in the river; pulling you to follow even though you do not want to, I am notes upon notes, I am the bad advice that makes you smile, I am made up of cheese-y pick up lines, I am that smile that almost reaches your eyes, I am the long dragged out goodbye, I am the color pink on a gray day, I am the arms that hold you when you are sad, I am a bad oxymoron, I am a friend to all and foe to few, I am loving until I forget how to, I am no one’s yet everyone’s at the same time, I am a contradiction, I am the first lick of ice cream of summer, I am a text message that you forget, I am made up of smoke that I exhale, I am filled with music, color, and light, I am filled with love and a bittersweet aftertaste, I am simply here until I decide to be somewhere else. I am.
He cupped my face in his hand and this is what he did demand;
He wanted to know what made me, me.
So with him still lingering on my tongue, I spewed to him what I had become.
I am a vortex of colors; red, blue and green, swirling and twirling, bending and contracting in the light. I am 943 broken promises that weigh me down like chains upon my wrist, I am two memorable mistakes that are plastered to my forehead, I am made up of warm blankets in the night, I am a metaphor that gave birth to the details in the blue tile that I walk across, I am a curl from my hair that bounds itself into a knot, I am chipped fingernail polish that you stare at, I am the phone call at 2 a.m., I am the chorus to your song, I am the broken bottle glass laid across the floor, I am the current in the river; pulling you to follow even though you do not want to, I am notes upon notes, I am the bad advice that makes you smile, I am made up of cheese-y pick up lines, I am that smile that almost reaches your eyes, I am the long dragged out goodbye, I am the color pink on a gray day, I am the arms that hold you when you are sad, I am a bad oxymoron, I am a friend to all and foe to few, I am loving until I forget how to, I am no one’s yet everyone’s at the same time, I am a contradiction, I am the first lick of ice cream of summer, I am a text message that you forget, I am made up of smoke that I exhale, I am filled with music, color, and light, I am filled with love and a bittersweet aftertaste, I am simply here until I decide to be somewhere else. I am.