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You are my floating Aquarius.
I am your Leo, left by the banks.
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I kept all my toys away,
hoping they’d forget me one day
and live for their own purpose.
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My room turned me into an animal,
one that’s pretending to be human.
octopus.
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I’ve spent years trying to tame myself.
“Curb your dog”.
But wild cats know no discipline
nor fear.
They attack.
They hunt.
They kill.
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Did you see my gifts?
Did you play with their skin?
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Ink flies on these sheets
like flowers fly to the water.
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My sadness was long and superficial
but you never noticed it.
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Planets knew all along
but never shared their knowledge.
and fuck planets.
who the fuck cares about them anyways.
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Can you believe what we’ve been through?
Can you believe I did that?
a child of comfort and obsession..?
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I was just your exotic doll,
Shipped from the land you never knew.
“2 year warranty -
Free returns!”
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I’m your Mars in leather.
You’re my Venus in fur.
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My name is like a breath.
Your name is like a shout.
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Crystals. For pussy. groundbreaking.
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Static Levitating, not floating without progression!
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Tired of being comic relief
to your stupid, dramatic life.
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What I wrote in May
Was a lie.
I still love you
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Nothing compares to taking a wrong train
at 2 am
to a wrong direction
while drunk
high af
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Walked out on you.
headed to get “drained”.
changed my mind.
too sad.
got a pack of parliament.
the N, to Coney Island.
stopped at the light,
Houston and broadway.
cigarette in-between my fingers.
plaid shirt.
your shorts.
Empire State uptown.
you in mind.
New York has been a fucking rollercoaster.
this shit would hurt
if I wasn’t high on nicotine rush.
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Take your time.
I’ll keep mine.
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My papers tell better stories
than my friends.
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We’re two of a different matter,
both of ivory skin -
marble and pearls.
მარმარილო და მარგალიტები
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Do you know why I don’t cook anymore?
Because I used to cook for him.
That was my “love language”.
Every time I try, I think of those times
when I cooked for him
to make him happy,
to keep him.
One day I’ll cook again.
But not now.
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If these walls could talk…
They wouldn’t dare.
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You tried to play me like a bass
but I was too broken for your taste.
my strings hurt your fingers.
my sound hurt your mind.
I wish I had been newer.
I wish I had been whole.
I wish I had been easier.
but broken instruments still have sounds.
we still have hearts.
we still want to be with humans.
I am stuck in an antiques store
waiting for someone to take a chance on me
knowing how broken I am.
waiting for someone who will feel my flaws
and won’t be disappointed.
waiting for someone to have me.
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A thought occurred to me while listening to pussycat dolls’ “buttons”: რა უცნაურია რომ “ღილი” და “ღილაკი” (რაცლოგიკურად პატარა ღილს უნდა ნიშნავდეს) ორი სრულიად სხვადასხვა მნიშვნელობის მატარებელი სიტყვაა.
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ძველი ბორჯომის ბოთლში ჩასხმულ და უცხოეთში გასაგზავნად გამზადებულ ტყემალზე მეტად iconic არაფერი გვაქვს ქართველებს
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I boiled my tea, took out lemon, cut it in half and instead of wasting its juice on tea and honey, I took out my gin-tonic glass and the rest is history.
booze makes me so pretttyyyyyy
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