Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
the shirts i find on my floor/ they still smell like you/ my scrunchies have a faint tinge/ and all my sweaters too
i try to rolls my eyes/ and i want to look away/ and yet no matter how hard it is/ i can’t come back to stay
i keep our photos up on my wall/ because i insist we’re still friends/ but we rarely talk anymore/ at least since we saw our end
i want to keep busy/ i write and write and write/ and just save it all as a draft/ because i’m afraid i hold on too tight
Good morning, good morning/ my light and sunshine/ good morning, good morning/ my love and cloud nine
I drink my coffee/ and laugh at your message/ i sit here and read/ and think of all the possible wreckage
but who cares about them/ at least that’s what we say/ hit the gas and run/ and away we chase the day
Dependent I’ve become/ after months and months of talking/ and now all i recieve is silence/ i wish it wasn’t so shocking
Yet i don’t want to move first/ worried of forced conversation/ so i sit in my bedroom/ all my songs, one long duration
So, update. I’m realizing I suck at poems and it’s kind of killing me because nothing seems decent when I write it and all my “decent” ones are just about inanimate objects. What does that say about me? Can I not write? Do I force myself to write too much? Just because I can rhyme doesn’t mean I can just build stanzas that have any depth. Yet, I keep checking my snap and there’s nothing new from anybody and I can only hope that writing passes the time because the night is long. -me, cosmo susie
love is love is love/ it comes and goes/ and it falls apart/ as fast as it grows
love is love is love/ it’s opposite is not hate/ but an empty sense/ that’s just as strong of bait
love is love is love/ yet sometimes it has to wither/ to make more room/ or away it will slither
love is love is love/ at least so they say/ and yes it’ll be hard/ but not all good things stay
here i sit/ in the solid dark/ the solids of solitude/with contrast ever so stark
blink once/ he holds your hand/ blink twice/ he drops you from land
down, down i fall/ to the pits of hell/ the flesh that flames engulf/ the place where shadows dwell
blink once/ fresh as flowers/ blink twice/ her smell you wish to devour
down, down i fall/ for i stop before i lust/ the intangible i desire/ but to hold back is a must
blink once/ she’s mine/ blink twice/ you lose all divine
down, down i fall/ between the blinks/ as the bible rots/ as all standard shrinks
she fixes the clip in her hair/ purses her lips/ smooths her sleek skirt/ and it all shifts in a blip
all she sees is the black/ the ink runs down/ a perfect album cover shot/ and onwards her head pounds
the click of the heels/ that have been replaced/ with the click of her teeth/ that have gained a red base
she walks the street corner/ phone on alert/ keys between fingers/ silent to avert
yet click and again/ i see her on my screen/ the newsline blares/ and again society fails to redeem
Cosmo Susie 