So I was going through some old stuff and I found these few lines of a poem or something that I had written and reading through them inspiration struck or something to that effect.
So I added more and it came out at this:
At the moment I’m just calling it Bittersweet:
Do these words really belong in my mouth.
They don’t taste right, to me
They taste bitter
bitter not sweet
Like the ones that usually purse my lips.
Do you know
What sugar coated words
They’re black as sin.
But they taste sweet to me.
Like syrup burnt to charcoal.
Like marshmallows over a fire.
Like song of broken heartbreak
And desire set on fire
Burning the bruises on my cheek
You tell me that you love me
Under moon and sun and stars
But when the shadows come crawl over me
You set my world on fire
With my broken bones and busted teeth
Under all this pressure
I struggle now to breath
Without you by my side
Please tell me you won’t leave
Wrap me up inside you
And burn away my skin
Whisper that you love me
And draw me all the way back in
So beat me till I’m bloody
Because that’s the way you love me
And I will always be yours
So bring out all the dirty and misshapen things
And I’ll be your caged bird
With white white wings
And when you open the door for me
So I can fly free
I’ll think that I can be happy
But you have broken me.
Anyways, so today something a little odd happened to me. I was walking back from work, a little lost in my own thoughts, probably making some weird ass face, when this random guy – he was kinda cute, although a little gay vib-ish – stops me and asks if I have any cigarette or was it if he can have a cigarette. But any ways I say ‘yeah’ and pull mine out and hand him one, then he asks, if he can borrow my lighter, because he left his at home – kind of too much information, which kind of made me feel like he was lying for some reason, but then again I have trust issues – so I hand him the lighter and as anyone would check him out while he’s lighting the cigarette. Then he hands it back and we both push off in opposite directions.
Alright it was actually a pretty normal interaction and maybe that’s one of the weird things about it for me, but also I was thinking, afterwards. Do I seem like the kind of person who smokes? Or was he just asking everyone? Maybe it was because I’m relatively young looking and I was wearing slightly chav-esce clothing or something?
I did wonder if he smelt it on me, but it wasn’t windy enough or anything for that. I dunno I guess it sort of got to me. The whole interaction felt sort of odd. Although I couldn’t completely put my finger on why.
But hey ho, that’s today.
Odd, tiring, inspiring and as always devastating… or something to that effect 😉