I adore you.
That is all there is to it.
Sometimes red poppies blossom in my stomach because of it
Like ***** watercolour water it grows increasingly murky
I find it is a beautiful shade of hurt and soul
It contrasts nicely with my porcelain casing
Like a tea *** I am poised to empty my contents
I adore, you.

Eve’s ambient, so
She cries on porcelain floors;
I remain in bliss.

The sweet taste of hope
The spicy taste of thrill
The bitter taste of reject
The sour taste of neglect

You learn to love the taste of bile
Everything comes up
But you keep it in
Everytime. The pain almost hurts more

Swallow.
Swallow
Swallow.
You learn to hate the taste of blood

Tongue in pieces
Soul is shattered
You can't find the words for how
empty & small
You've always felt inside

So you shape. The physical
To become the emotional

Maybe you'll find the words if you can visualize

Maybe if I see
I can understand
why
I feel so
Impractical & Frail
inside

You drop your promises like a porcelain cup;
Drink from it but you don't want to clean your mess up;
Well my heart was antique; an heirloom that's shattered;
Its pieces lie at your feet; not like that mattered.

Now that I'm broken, I'll always showcase the lines
That make up my scars; they'll decrease a hundred times
My value, to find a good home because I'm chipped;
And who on Earth would press those splinters to their lips?